Abdul Wahab - the star

The hill of hope
Breaks into storm
Celebrating despair
On the broken glass

With the poisonous tune
And music of sorrow
On the uneven floor
A naked dance of life


The bowl of dream
Fed on the dead bodies
Failure tells the wind
Perhaps in this way
No one will come

With the bucket of red wishes
I sit on the broken bank
And wait for the star
But destiny tells the river
Perhaps in this firmament
It will never rise.

Abdul Wahab

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