Wahab Abdul Poet Free verse

Out of Ideas

Out of Ideas 

After each poem I think I am out of ideas 
As I feel the door of my heart is closed fast 
And the cells of my mind are shut out tight 
And I would not be able to write anything any more;

Then comes the rest and I start thinking again 
And my thinking this time moves round a question 
And that question is: If I can breathe that means I am alive 
And if I am alive that means I have a life 
And life is like a flute and it could never be out of tune; 

Or a pond could never be out of ripples 
Nor could an ocean be out of waves 
And life is no less than both of them 
So I just blow a bit of air or throw  a little stone 
And a new wave of a new tune immediately breaks forth 
In delight I sit and compose a poem for you to sing.

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