Warning 3 Poem by Abdul Wahab

Poetry will vanish tonight or my mind will explode
So the stern warning is, keep distance or pull aside
The words have started their journey from the pit of my heart
They have with them all the required arms and ammunition
While my mind pulls up an image to gift them
The emotion holds the handle of the brush
To pour down on the canvas with all the flickering and flash
First, it builds a house without a pillar
And make the roof of the house
With the pieces of transparent clouds
Then brings the air with all creed and colors
To sing the songs of all festivals of all religions
Next, the ceremony is handed over to the poem
The poem gets a pond and marks a line on the water
To have the women to sit half immersed
Inside the water just below her legs put a scorpion
While a fish is made to look on at the events
Her head is tilted towards downside but her hair is up
Like the boughs of a tree which goes in a trance
Pondering upon concerning all dire and fire human issues.