***storm (Popular Poetry) Poem by Abdul Wahab

Open your third eye and see
A violent storm in the deep sea
Over turning the ships of impure
Rushing in madly towards the shore

Out of fear I beg pardon of the wrong
I have done for my gain
With tearful eyes I count the dots
On the prizes which I have won

That storm has gripped me
The fight has begun
Over the good and bad
Between virtue and sin

The ship is capsized in the deep sea
Waiting with bated breath
Come and spread your hand
to rescue me.