Wahab Abdul Poet Free verse

Buffalo

Buffalo 

We had a big black buffalo 
We gave food or no we did not 
It always put on fat on rainy days 
But in front of it I used to play flute 
Did it enjoy the tune? 
Till date I do not know? 
For him I changed my art 
Like the development moves from one part 
To another part of the world 
And started writing poetry and read them out  to him loud 
But I wonder still if he knew the intricacies of a poem 
But he used to shake his head
 Like the horse of Robert Frost 
In the middle of frozen lakes and dark woods 
But I knew I did not do any mistakes 
But poems are falling like downy flakes 
On the soil of my soul 
That developed cracks due to severe drought  
As I have not received a single drop of rain 
Winter after winter has been passed in coldness 
Deep yellow becomes the foliage 
Near the roots of the tree they are accumulated like hills of failure
A bustle sound I hear 
But I wonder if the buffalo knew the craft of my sorrow 
But blow of the wind 
And the flow of the stream know 
So my friend becomes the murmur 
Though I lived together for long  
Yet the buffalo could not be a close one 
Like that of wind’s sweep sound.

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