Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Real spirit


What if You have not done any favour
yet come and sit close to me really
I respect your opposition to honour
both you and my own opinion we are
on the same line having ways which
are only different in singular time
and space where the ultimate reality
welcome you and me with hands,
wide spread, you need not to feel
any complex, neither I do, we have
different attires like the body fashioned
with different garments having same
soul inside seeking same harmonious
music to live with in peace and solace

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013

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  • Tribhawan Kaul (2/21/2013 10:50:00 AM)

    Life is complex yet worth enjoying it in a pure and pious way fulfilling our worldly responsibilities to give our real spirit to live in peace and solace. A thought provoking poem. (Report) Reply

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