Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

761. Footsteps 3/26/2013
762. For A Poem Only Ii 10/25/2013
763. For Belly And Soul 8/4/2013
764. For The Dead World 8/21/2013
765. Foreign Policy 12/25/2012
766. Foreign Tongue 4/26/2016
767. Forgetfulness 6/11/2013
768. Forgetting 4/9/2012
769. Formula Of Beauty 6/5/2013
770. Fortunate Morning 6/5/2016
771. Freedom Of Women 4/16/2015
772. Freedom Of Womenii 4/18/2015
773. Freedom! 7/4/2013
774. Freezing And Boiling 6/3/2016
775. Friend 6/10/2012
776. Friend (Two) 6/12/2012
777. Friend And Foe 3/18/2016
778. Friend Or Foe? 7/7/2013
779. Friendship 6/27/2013
780. Friendship And Friendship 5/20/2016
781. Frog World 5/1/2016
782. Frozen Lake 6/2/2016
783. Fruit 5/12/2013
784. Funny Ears Of A Naughty Boy 5/18/2016
785. Future Will Be My Better Present 11/11/2012
786. Game Of Flower And Rain 6/2/2012
787. Gap 4/30/2013
788. Garden 1/9/2013
789. Garden Love 4/26/2016
790. Garden Of Love And Beauty 6/23/2013
791. Get Your Mentality Checked 10/2/2013
792. Gift From The West 12/11/2012
793. Gift Of The Day 10/9/2012
794. Give Me Back My Original World 6/19/2016
795. Give Me Pain 6/12/2012
796. Give What You Are In Dire Need (Tanka) 8/2/2013
797. Global Poetry 8/3/2012
798. Goats 6/15/2012
799. God 7/5/2012
800. Going For Anti-Logic 6/4/2013
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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