Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1121. Pain In A Bud (A Senryu) 4/6/2012
1122. Palm Fibre 12/16/2011
1123. Paradox Ha Ha! 6/2/2013
1124. Parts Of Life 3/18/2016
1125. Passionate Night 7/20/2013
1126. Peace 12/21/2012
1127. Peace And Love 1/14/2013
1128. Peace Ii 1/25/2013
1129. Peace Iii 10/8/2014
1130. Peace Lovers 4/26/2013
1131. Pen And Paper 4/28/2012
1132. Perfection And Me 6/18/2013
1133. Perplexity 4/17/2012
1134. Phenomenal Man 3/6/2016
1135. Phenomenal Woman 6/15/2013
1136. Philosophy 5/12/2013
1137. Plagiarism Iii 1/23/2013
1138. Plagiarist 6/9/2012
1139. Plagiarist (Two) 1/3/2013
1140. Pleasure For Searching 8/24/2013
1141. Pluck The Rose To Colour The Dreams 4/12/2012
1142. Poet 11/23/2012
1143. Poet (Ii) 5/8/2014
1144. Poetically Incorret Poem 7/9/2013
1145. Poet's View On Fellow Poet 10/6/2013
1146. Poets, Oh! Poets Awake Awake And Face The World! 5/14/2012
1147. Point Of Balance 3/4/2016
1148. Politics 1/1/2013
1149. Politics Of Poets 5/25/2013
1150. Pond 1/7/2013
1151. Poor Words 1/6/2013
1152. Possibility 11/23/2012
1153. Poverty 8/22/2013
1154. Poverty And Poverty -new- 4/25/2016
1155. Poverty Crone (A Haiku) 3/21/2012
1156. Prayer 4/5/2012
1157. Pregnant Heart 5/20/2012
1158. Preservation -new- 4/16/2016
1159. Problem 10/23/2012
1160. Procession 7/2/2013
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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Conquered Race

It is utterly wrong
To keep a race of man too weak and feeble for so long
Be they Red Indians of America
Or the aborigines of Australia
All human beings are with souls engraved with dignity and honor
Be they colored
Be they white or red
And unlike stones they all have aspirations
They dream too to be free

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