The Meeting Corner Poem by Abdul Wahab

Once I had a secret corner
Without walls and without roof
And it was beside a huge cross
Where thoughts never intersect
There I used to meet with misery
To pursue her not to follow me
As I was neither handsome
Nor was I shiny like a coin
Rather I was a man full of ignorance

Then came the day unexpectedly
A violent storm rose inside
And I was right under its eye
Being shaken from inside out
In fear I held my pen over a pad
And like a suicide note
I wrote my pain suffered from misery
Fortunately that turned out to be a poem
Since then I have been writing
And my writing works for me like a totem
In dispelling the spell of misery
Leaving me a free man
A free man that bulldozes the corner
And kicks right
On the ass of ignorance.