Fist No one has hands and fingers Like us If you spread them You can do miracles If you shrink

the fingers And clinch them into a fist You give nothing Nor you are entitled to receive. You choose yourself To live in a barren land. Abdul Wahab Fire - The Love I know how the fire is I burnt myself in the love So I know what love is I know how the rub is As I rubbed heart against heart So I know what the spark is I know what thirst is I had been sucked in lust So I know what lust is I know how painful it is When blood from heart spilled So I know what bloodlessness is I know what waste is I had been ruined in the greed So I know what the greed is I know how the soul is A soil of thousand cracks So I know what the spoil is. Abdul Wahab