No More I Sleep In The Same Side Poem by Abdul Wahab

No More I Sleep In The Same Side Wanted I people around like me In style, in speech, in tone and in texture The way I walk, the level I understand The color I like, the fashion I choose Much later I understood this is wrong As it brought me nothing but devastation So, no more I sleep in the same side With the same side of the same pillow Dreams start to follow in different shapes and sizes With colorful petals, in black, in white and in yellow A flower I see in angles in many a degree A sense of a gardener crept into my mind I become a care taker without my knowledge And start to water day and night Affinity grows and I become close Instead to be followed I start to follow Her each step, her each like and dislike Now we laugh in same scale, cry in the same pitch She is happy and I am going well But the day of decision came and she did not find me Because in this world of lost identity I never existed.