Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


>>No more bitter tastes bitter


Let’s stop all the old games
We habitually play, same air, same light
No new pleasure is left, block the stream
I will bring new fragrance and dream
Rather give me a patch of darkness
Where I wish to focus my light upon,
No challenge, no life, bitter does not
Taste bitter now and the effect of good
Satiated making my death dull, the sharp cut
Of hatred is not working I am too blunt.

Push me across where people never seen
A border or into another place another world
Where air is poison, fear not, I love life, I am
A warrior, I am asking for only a place to practice
For a valiant fight.

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2014
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