Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1281. Today Will Be Yesterday 11/11/2012
1282. Toothless Smile 5/14/2013
1283. Toothless Talk 5/4/2013
1284. Trap Of Beauty 5/3/2013
1285. Treatment Of A Doctor 7/28/2013
1286. Tribute To A Rock Star 9/20/2012
1287. Tricks To Be Intelligent 7/31/2013
1288. Tricks To Be Intelligent (Edited) 7/31/2013
1289. Truth 12/21/2012
1290. Truth (Two) 12/21/2012
1291. Truth Versus Politics 1/13/2013
1292. Truth -সত্য 11/18/2014
1293. Turning Of Sins Into A Sun 1/5/2014
1294. Twist 5/12/2013
1295. Two Birds One Nest 5/15/2012
1296. Two Commotions 10/1/2012
1297. Two In One 5/4/2013
1298. Two Reasons. 8/15/2013
1299. Two Systems 10/15/2012
1300. Two Witches 8/15/2013
1301. Unbelieveable 10/13/2013
1302. Under The Mysterious Cover (Two Poems Side By Side) 9/10/2012
1303. Unfortunate Man 11/3/2012
1304. Unique (Edited) 11/14/2014
1305. Unique Song 7/20/2013
1306. Unpleasant News 5/21/2012
1307. Unreachable Point 1/31/2013
1308. Unsaid 6/19/2013
1309. Unteachable 8/22/2013
1310. Untested Teaching 11/22/2013
1311. Untitled 6/3/2012
1312. Untitled (Two) 6/15/2012
1313. Untold Love 7/30/2013
1314. Untouchability 10/8/2012
1315. Untraditional Limerick (Two) 8/3/2012
1316. Use It Enough 1/6/2013
1317. Utility 4/25/2013
1318. Vacate The World 12/15/2012
1319. Vacuum 1/15/2013
1320. Victory 7/28/2012
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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>≫Adolescence

A lot of praise and admiration I got when I was full of innocence
Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence.
Keeping head straight, running life difficult a lot
Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
Unknown pricks me, the soul is heavy and restless
The world appearing suffocated ruthless.
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I do not know how to cool and keep quiet my mind.

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