Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1081. Roaring 3/11/2012
1082. Rock Star 8/26/2012
1083. Rock Star 2 (Flash Fiction) 10/10/2012
1084. Root And Fruit 5/30/2013
1085. Rotten Cause Frozen Hard 9/8/2012
1086. Run, Man Run! 6/30/2013
1087. Sage 6/15/2012
1088. Said In Metaphors 6/3/2013
1089. Sandy 11/5/2012
1090. Sane Poor Man 9/26/2012
1091. Scale To Check Quality Of A Poem 10/27/2013
1092. Search 10/31/2012
1093. Season 12/25/2012
1094. Secret Key 7/3/2013
1095. Secret Meaning Of Life 8/21/2013
1096. Seductive Nymphs 7/29/2012
1097. Self (Tanka) 8/2/2013
1098. Semblance Of Superiority 7/11/2013
1099. Sense And Nonsense 5/25/2013
1100. Sentiments 6/15/2013
1101. Serious 8/13/2013
1102. Seven Queens 5/11/2013
1103. Sexing (Language Poetry) 8/22/2012
1104. She 7/26/2013
1105. She Is My Life I Am Her Shadow 6/21/2013
1106. Shedding 4/1/2012
1107. Sheep 6/27/2012
1108. Shore 9/29/2013
1109. Sick And Weak 5/12/2013
1110. Sign And Symbol 7/27/2013
1111. Silence 5/25/2012
1112. Silence 3 1/1/2013
1113. Silence Of Buddha 10/3/2013
1114. Silence Please 1/7/2013
1115. Silence Two 1/1/2013
1116. Silent Love 7/30/2013
1117. Silting 8/29/2012
1118. Silver Mid-Night Moon (A Haiku) 3/20/2012
1119. Silver Line 6/12/2013
1120. Simple Idea (Language Poetry) 8/24/2012
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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