Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1041. Prose Poet 8/17/2013
1042. Pubescene 9/27/2012
1043. Puff Hard The Love 4/5/2012
1044. Punchy 5/12/2013
1045. Quality Measurement 9/15/2013
1046. Quality Or Jealousy? 10/17/2013
1047. Quatrain 5/30/2012
1048. Quatrain On Pain And Love 5/30/2012
1049. Quote 1 8/12/2013
1050. Quote 10 9/1/2013
1051. Quote 2 8/12/2013
1052. Quote 3 8/12/2013
1053. Quote 4 8/12/2013
1054. Quote 5 8/12/2013
1055. Quote 6 8/12/2013
1056. Quote 7 8/12/2013
1057. Quote 8 8/31/2013
1058. Quote 9 8/31/2013
1059. Race 1/29/2013
1060. Radience Of Lamp 1/16/2013
1061. Radience Of Lamp * 1/16/2013
1062. Rainbow -The Beauty Of Life 4/4/2012
1063. Ramadan 7/30/2012
1064. Rape 12/15/2012
1065. Rape (Two) 12/15/2012
1066. Rape And War 1/6/2013
1067. Rape Is Like Reckless Driving 6/8/2013
1068. Reactions 4/3/2012
1069. Real Destruction 6/1/2012
1070. Real Spirit 2/18/2013
1071. Real Storm 12/20/2012
1072. Reality 12/12/2014
1073. Reality And Appearence 6/7/2012
1074. Refinement And Refinement 6/8/2013
1075. Religion 12/18/2012
1076. Reservation 12/18/2012
1077. Reward And Punishment 9/14/2013
1078. Riddle 8/28/2012
1079. Ride On Time 9/8/2012
1080. Ringing Heart 11/7/2012
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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