Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

361. <≪≪≪≪≪≪Twist And Turn 6/20/2014
362. <≪≪≪≪≪, , , Hope 7/10/2014
363. <≪≪≪≪Hope 7/13/2014
364. <≪≪≪≪My Mother Land 7/10/2014
365. <<<<<ওগো বিদেশিনী 7/19/2014
366. <≪≪≪Bangla 7/17/2014
367. <≪≪≪Blind Man At Dusk 7/7/2014
368. <≪≪≪Buffalo's Logic 7/15/2014
369. <≪≪≪Dear Father 7/10/2014
370. <≪≪≪Tell Me, Tell Me 7/14/2014
371. <≪≪≪Twist And Turn 7/10/2014
372. <≪≪≪Who Call Whom What 5/25/2014
373. <<<<উচ্চতা 7/19/2014
374. <<<<ফুলো ফুলো 7/21/2014
375. <≪≪, , , , , Revenge 7/10/2014
376. <≪≪Act Of Embellishing 7/10/2014
377. <≪≪Breaking News 7/17/2014
378. <≪≪Desolate Dawn 5/23/2014
379. <≪≪Friendship 4/6/2015
380. <≪≪Indulgence 7/10/2014
381. <≪≪Tectical Neutrality 7/14/2014
382. <<<ভারতবাসী 7/21/2014
383. <≪Civilization 6/19/2014
384. <≪Restoration Of Peace 12/5/2014
385. <<উন্নতি 7/17/2014
386. <<সূর্য (Translation Given) 7/19/2014
387. ***key (Unique Poem) 11/4/2012
388. ***lei 11/4/2012
389. ***me (Two) (Popular Poetry) 10/25/2012
390. ***mind Your Indulgence (Popular Poetry) 10/31/2012
391. ***my Baby 10/30/2012
392. ***relish Your Dinner (A Reverse Etheree And An Anti-War Poem) 8/23/2012
393. ***river 11/3/2012
394. ***storm (Popular Poetry) 10/29/2012
395. ***the Food Of Termites 11/12/2012
396. ***the Night Carrying Hundred Hills (Popular Poetry) 11/2/2012
397. ***two Houses 11/10/2012
398. ***wealth And Weapon 11/3/2012
399. **anti-Rule 8/18/2012
400. **cloud 7/27/2012
Best Poem of Abdul Wahab

>≫≫I Want To Die

Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.

In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.


The only son of my ...

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Dole Out Dull

You talk to me too much-
From hell and heaven to cricket match.
Still I find you a squib damp dump.
The gray matter remains nimble numb.

Poet to poet, poetry to poetry
You praise and praise.
Fragile domestic docile humble gullible-
No question learn to raise.

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