Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1081. Reservation 12/18/2012
1082. Reward And Punishment 9/14/2013
1083. Riddle 8/28/2012
1084. Ride On Time 9/8/2012
1085. Ringing Heart 11/7/2012
1086. Roaring 3/11/2012
1087. Rock Star 8/26/2012
1088. Rock Star 2 (Flash Fiction) 10/10/2012
1089. Root And Fruit 5/30/2013
1090. Rotten Cause Frozen Hard 9/8/2012
1091. Run, Man Run! 6/30/2013
1092. Sage 6/15/2012
1093. Said In Metaphors 6/3/2013
1094. Sandy 11/5/2012
1095. Sane Poor Man 9/26/2012
1096. Scale To Check Quality Of A Poem 10/27/2013
1097. Search 10/31/2012
1098. Season 12/25/2012
1099. Secret Key 7/3/2013
1100. Secret Meaning Of Life 8/21/2013
1101. Seductive Nymphs 7/29/2012
1102. Self (Tanka) 8/2/2013
1103. Semblance Of Superiority 7/11/2013
1104. Sense And Nonsense 5/25/2013
1105. Sentiments 6/15/2013
1106. Serious 8/13/2013
1107. Seven Queens 5/11/2013
1108. Sexing (Language Poetry) 8/22/2012
1109. She 7/26/2013
1110. She Is My Life I Am Her Shadow 6/21/2013
1111. Shedding 4/1/2012
1112. Sheep 6/27/2012
1113. Shore 9/29/2013
1114. Sick And Weak 5/12/2013
1115. Sign And Symbol 7/27/2013
1116. Silence 5/25/2012
1117. Silence 3 1/1/2013
1118. Silence Of Buddha 10/3/2013
1119. Silence Please 1/7/2013
1120. Silence Two 1/1/2013
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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Palm Fibre

May the hands of Abu Lahab be ruined
He will lose all whatever he gained
He will be in the flaming fire,
So, his wife the fuel carrier,
Around her neck a twisted cord of palm fibre.

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