You might have possessed so many things <br />The stars, the sun, the moon, the whole universe <br />But if you have not possessed me <br />You possess nothing! <br />You are a blunt, a dullard dull <br />The beggar of the street. <br /> <br />You might be proud of so many things which <br />One can't have today but tomorrow can <br />And all these things dwindle when you distribute <br />But I am the exception and the opposite <br /> <br />The maximum use of anything is a poison <br />But I become the nectar if you use the maximum <br /> <br />You might have written on so many things <br /> from hell to heaven <br />You might have composed so many poems <br /> from complex to simple <br />But if you have not on me, <br />you have written or composed nothing! <br />you are neither a poet nor a writer. <br />you have not achieved anything either! <br /> <br />You might have believed on so many things <br />But if you have not believed me <br />You have believed nothing <br />As I am the unbelievable to believe <br />The strength, the power <br />If you hone me <br />I cut, cut very sharply <br />I create, create very absolutely <br />I can give the desires the wings <br />I can make fly the colorful dreams.. <br />So hone me, hone me! hone me! <br /> <br />You might have sung so many songs <br />But If you have not sung the song of me <br />You are not a singer <br />You are a deaf! <br />You are a dumb! <br />So sing intellect! intellect! intellect! <br />Sing intellect! intellect! intellect! <br />The creator of every human creations <br />The inventor of every inventions <br />The real power, the real beauty <br />The real achievement of human history.<br /><br />Abdul Wahab<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intellect-3/
