Abdul Wahab Poems
>≫≫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 ...
Instead of water the current of this river is fire
Over the river is a pond
The water of this pond is as sweet as honey
In between is a bridge
The bridge is as sharp as the edge of a blade
To those who do not believe its maker
But it is wider than any high way of the world
To a person who believes
If this bridge is a creation then it must have a creator.