Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1241. The Rose Crusher 12/30/2012
1242. The Semblance Of Absence 5/29/2013
1243. The Sinister Shadow 2/26/2012
1244. The Song I Sing 1/3/2013
1245. The Song Of Life 12/16/2011
1246. The Song Unsung 2/4/2012
1247. The Sound 7/28/2013
1248. The Sound (Symbolic Poem) 6/5/2013
1249. The Star 1/3/2013
1250. The State Being Upset 5/12/2012
1251. The State Of My Soul 7/4/2012
1252. The Story Is Long! 4/5/2012
1253. The Time I Wonder 6/24/2013
1254. The Top Of The Hill And The Bottom Of The Ocean 4/7/2012
1255. The Treacher In Love 4/6/2012
1256. The Value Of A Poet 6/10/2013
1257. The Way Of Poetry 6/4/2013
1258. The Ways 12/12/2014
1259. The Wind 11/21/2012
1260. The Wish Of The Mortal 5/15/2012
1261. The Wolf Is Killing 6/6/2012
1262. The World And You 5/30/2013
1263. The World Is A Bewildering Big Box 5/2/2012
1264. The World Is A Ball 6/12/2012
1265. The World Of Falsehood 7/13/2013
1266. The World Of Lies 6/24/2013
1267. The World Of My Life 9/22/2013
1268. There Is No Belief 4/2/2012
1269. There Is No Such Things 6/28/2013
1270. Thief And Judge 8/4/2013
1271. Think Twice 12/18/2012
1272. Think Twice! ! 5/1/2013
1273. This Despair Will Be Pushed Into The Past By Future 11/11/2012
1274. This Is What I Need 1/20/2013
1275. This Time Again 7/4/2012
1276. Thoughts 7/26/2013
1277. Three Cons 8/4/2013
1278. Till I Feel To Till I Faint! (An Alternative Haiku) 3/20/2012
1279. Time And Me 6/26/2013
1280. To Take Us Home Is Not Your Business 6/24/2012
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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