Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1081. My Childhood -new- 5/17/2016
1082. My Clone 6/16/2012
1083. My Cravings! 4/18/2012
1084. My Darling Dream 5/25/2012
1085. My Day 11/11/2012
1086. My Dear Damsel 4/24/2016
1087. My Dear Darling Shadow 6/7/2012
1088. My Debts 4/24/2016
1089. My Duties 6/17/2012
1090. My Fall Is Not Your Rise 9/16/2012
1091. My Future 11/11/2012
1092. My Greatest Sin 4/23/2016
1093. My Heart Is Ruled By My Mind 2/27/2016
1094. My Joy In Your Rough Hands (An Enchirion's Story) 11/27/2012
1095. My Life 11/20/2012
1096. My Life Is A Buffoon 8/4/2013
1097. My Little Beautiful Bird 6/16/2012
1098. My Little Village 5/10/2016
1099. My Love For War 9/11/2012
1100. My Love, Rukmoni 8/22/2013
1101. My Mother 5/8/2016
1102. My Own World (After Maya Angelou) 3/26/2013
1103. My Pleasure 6/5/2013
1104. My Poems And Sharing Secrets With My Little Son 5/23/2013
1105. My Poems And Your Poverty 3/20/2016
1106. My Resignation Letter 3/13/2016
1107. My Shadow 3/26/2013
1108. My Shadow Leaves Me Alone 5/9/2013
1109. My Son And His Grandfather 4/16/2016
1110. My Style Of Loving 7/31/2012
1111. My Wife And My Poems 5/23/2013
1112. My World (In Bengali) 1/4/2015
1113. Mysterious Love 4/29/2016
1114. Mystery 5/11/2016
1115. Mystery (Bengali) 3/14/2015
1116. Naughty Boy 3/26/2016
1117. Nepotism 5/3/2013
1118. Never Feed Your Body With The Dead Soul 3/4/2012
1119. No A Friend At All 3/2/2016
1120. No Objection 9/18/2013
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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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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