Abdul Wahab Poems
>≫≫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 ...
That whole history of this world is a complete lie
For it is written in fear or out of greed
And these politicians are the real jokers
As they never fulfill what they promise
And those religious people are awfully narrow
For, what is happening around, they never wish to know
And this poet is fatally funny for his odd beliefs