Utility Poem by Abdul Wahab

What’s use of so many poems
In so many styles and forms
Is said to the poet by the king?

I compose the graph of my mood
Of the moment which to be kept on the shelf
The record of my changing mind
To be touched, to be felt proud
In the forlorn time to be opened again
When medicine will fail
To heal the sorrow and pain
And to share no one will be around
I shall take them as my friend

When there will be no one around
To tell you ‘what’s the problem? ’
When utility will leave you and feel abandoned
Then you will see: I shall be waiting for you as your friend
In many styles and forms
When at deep midnight
The reflection of life will kick you
And the sleep will fly
Then silently come and open me
You will be surprised to see
I am here the mind of you speaking.