>≫Single Piece Poem by Abdul Wahab

In his single shop
My owner shouts his trade cry
To sell me out, the single piece
With an exorbitant price

To create a huge demand
My creator consciously made me a single piece
Comparisonlessness is my inherent value
The owner shouts in his trade cry

I had never been born before
Nor will be made again
Second piece is a copy
The trader shouts in his trade cry

I am his proud creation
And love to exhibit his glory of creativity
In gratitude he makes a pledge
To let me remain forever as of now as a single piece.