Shedding Poem by Abdul Wahab

They always like to be full with some thing
But I like to be very vacant and empty
By shedding of my life
From anything to everything
As it has got junk
Old fashioned
Overused and tired
Unsuitable for the modern…
Unable to explain
The life of unpredictable
Meet the challenge
Of the present demand.

Though they are very fearful
I am very brave
To be ignorant
As before
I started to learn
Ignorance was bliss
As even a slight piece
Of anything used to keep me pleased.
As I did not know how to calculate the loss and profit
In love
In life
I always kept smiling
As I did not know
What was happening behind!
In their mind!
Now it is a burden
As I know what's going on
Under the layers and behind the curtain

The soul was like a white paper
Now full of black ink
It is blocking
The new…….
Very fast getting rust
Like a piece ……
I like to be reboot again
Fresh and clean

I like to shed
Like a tree
Before spring
To be an innocent
Like New leaves.

I like to log off
To log on
With a gust
Of wind
With vitality
To run again
Fresh and clean.

To gather new
To think about you
Peace and love
Life and death
I have to delet
Files and cookies
To have a blank space.
I need a place
Full of cool, calm
And loneliness
To feel and think deep
Out of the din
Of the thoughts
Of the old streets.