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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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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