Unique (Edited) Poem by Abdul Wahab

If you bring forth a thought to compare
Then you must wonder
What a man I am,
Awkward,
No one is like me
Nor do I resemble any
Not even I am like the wind
You can measure
In volume or litre,
My essence is not in any height either
In length and breadth I do not spread
Like the sun I do not shine
I am myself, I need not be rain
Nor a piece of diamond,
I reflect, I glow what I am.

I do not want to be a rose
You can treasure
The beauty in red or blue,
My value is not in any color either
Like sweet or sour I do not taste
Like a rivulet I do not murmur.

I hate to be like any one
Not even I like to be beauty
you can desire in thirst or in lust,
My power is not in gory pleasure either
In sound in song I am not born,
Like a bird I do not sing
Nor do I like to be a bright full moon
Nor a piece of glittering gold
On my own right
I love to be my own- self
No depth of an ocean I seek
Nor do I vie the might of the sky
I am what I am.
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edited by Gokul Berman