Once I decorated well <br />The wall of my desires <br />To have a room of peace <br /> <br />It was a beautiful room <br />We never fell short of any fuel <br />Desires kept us all nice and warm <br /> <br />No one felt any scarcity of anything <br />We all peacefully lived together <br />But desires secretly grew more <br /> <br />Gradually the room became so crowded <br />That the happiness was first to go <br />Second we saw peace to run away <br /> <br />But my desires never said enough <br />He became more and more <br />No space he left for me <br />Now I am stranded on the road<br /><br />Abdul Wahab<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-happened-to-the-room-i-decorated-well/
