Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1041. Misunderstanding 9/20/2012
1042. Mlitary First 4/20/2015
1043. Modernity 4/26/2013
1044. Money 5/12/2013
1045. Monkey 9/24/2013
1046. Monkey Ii 9/24/2013
1047. Mono Entity 5/30/2013
1048. Morphosis 7/18/2012
1049. Mother 5/10/2012
1050. Mother (New) 5/10/2013
1051. Mother Is All The Best 5/13/2012
1052. Mother Land 12/14/2012
1053. Mother Of Modern Period 12/26/2012
1054. Mother Of Power 5/30/2013
1055. Mudered By Gun Shot 6/17/2012
1056. Muslims Are More Indian Than Brahmins 12/13/2015
1057. My Blood, My Poem 6/10/2012
1058. My Clone 6/16/2012
1059. My Cravings! 4/18/2012
1060. My Darling Dream 5/25/2012
1061. My Day 11/11/2012
1062. My Dear Damsel -new- 4/24/2016
1063. My Dear Darling Shadow 6/7/2012
1064. My Debts -new- 4/24/2016
1065. My Duties 6/17/2012
1066. My Fall Is Not Your Rise 9/16/2012
1067. My Future 11/11/2012
1068. My Greatest Sin -new- 4/23/2016
1069. My Heart Is Ruled By My Mind 2/27/2016
1070. My Joy In Your Rough Hands (An Enchirion's Story) 11/27/2012
1071. My Life 11/20/2012
1072. My Life Is A Buffoon 8/4/2013
1073. My Little Beautiful Bird 6/16/2012
1074. My Love For War 9/11/2012
1075. My Love, Rukmoni 8/22/2013
1076. My Own World (After Maya Angelou) 3/26/2013
1077. My Pleasure 6/5/2013
1078. My Poems And Sharing Secrets With My Little Son 5/23/2013
1079. My Poems And Your Poverty 3/20/2016
1080. My Resignation Letter 3/13/2016
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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