Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 22, 2015

Sometimes I dream to become a golden horse~by Abdul Wahab


 

 

Sometimes I dream to become a golden horse

I could have spotted easily
The mirage in the world of desert
But how I could learn how to search
Which never been existed
The joy may be in the secret pocket
Of an insane weave
But how could I click a shadow of a false sorrow
On the shore how I could build
Out of grain of sand
The house of the pain which I have never been put to taste
Or have never been left to feel
And show them in the world of my poems .
Do I know then about fabrication?
But I definitely know the bar of my limitation
And I clearly see them in the clouds
Making fun out of me
Evaporating all salty water of my life
I feel the pinch of drought of abundance merit
And desperately hanker them to melt
And wish bitterly for the drops of rain
Sometimes I dream to become a golden horse
To jump upon the fence of my inabilities
And gallop fast towards the fertile land of wonderful poetry
And reach in no time
To quench my thirst to the point of success.


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