Immortal verses

They all refuse when I tell
the sky, hills, oceans and
trees it is you for your ‘will ‘
you take the responsibility
of my poetry to carry from the
top to the bottom of abyss to
the heart of stones and promise
to preserve it pure till the sun dies
yet when the wind of your whims
blows you want to edit, pardon me,
please, I did dropp the pen in the
water of ocean..

poem by Abdul Wahab
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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