Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1081. Me And My Success 7/3/2013
1082. Me In Your House 11/2/2012
1083. Me, Myself And I 2/26/2016
1084. Media Mongols 6/16/2016
1085. Meeting With Three 9/19/2012
1086. Melbourne Weather 8/5/2013
1087. Memories 8/22/2012
1088. Memories (New) 8/2/2013
1089. Memories (Two) 11/5/2012
1090. Mentality 6/21/2013
1091. Merchant Of Sadness 4/18/2016
1092. Mere Distance Can't Measure Closeness 3/15/2016
1093. Metaphor 5/31/2016
1094. Metaphoric Story 4/5/2015
1095. Military First 4/20/2015
1096. Mimosa 5/28/2013
1097. Mind 5/30/2013
1098. Mind And Intellect (Dickinson-Style) 7/10/2013
1099. Miniature 5/28/2012
1100. Miracle 5/19/2012
1101. Mirror 2/10/2012
1102. Mirror (Ii) 5/20/2012
1103. Mirror (New) 5/30/2013
1104. Mistake 4/1/2012
1105. Misty Morning 12/21/2012
1106. Misunderstanding 9/20/2012
1107. Mlitary First 4/20/2015
1108. Modernity 4/26/2013
1109. Money 5/12/2013
1110. Monkey 9/24/2013
1111. Monkey Ii 9/24/2013
1112. Mono Entity 5/30/2013
1113. Morphosis 7/18/2012
1114. Mother 5/10/2012
1115. Mother (New) 5/10/2013
1116. Mother Is All The Best 5/13/2012
1117. Mother Land 12/14/2012
1118. Mother Of Modern Period 12/26/2012
1119. Mother Of Power 5/30/2013
1120. Mudered By Gun Shot 6/17/2012
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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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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