Abdul Wahab


>>>your visit to my page


To day is very special day
For your promise to visit my page
Top to bottom I make it clean
Hastily I sit down to write a poem

But I forget what to write
heart beat runs fast
pen does not move
only the image I envisage
of your coming at my door step
with a sweet sound of your footsteps

you enter and sit upon the crown
what an elegant pose!
slowly your hand moves over the mouse
after refreshing your machine
you click on my name
with all beauty and grace
for a while I hold my breath
and wait to see what you say
first you smile then you type great
leaving me behind blushingly red.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Form:


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (>>>your visit to my page by Abdul Wahab )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 6 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  4. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  5. A Homage To The Freedom Fighters Of India, Raja Basu
  6. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  7. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  8. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  9. If, Rudyard Kipling
  10. A Red, Red Rose, Robert Burns

Poem of the Day

poet Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Seamus Heaney

 
[Hata Bildir]