Stimulant Poem by Abdul Wahab

in the morning
or on the way to office

any time anywhere
whenever the gust

pops up like a fish
to take oxygen

on the surface
of the water

in the wetland
the fisher man

in me waits and
ambuscades

to net it
to fetch me

the replay
of the cassettes

of terrific moments along with you
with fresh fragrance

to refresh my mood
the food of my memories

which works as a stimulant
for my rest of the day