Abdul Wahab Poems
|61.||Why do people play with blood ?||5/10/2012|
|62.||Whom To Love. (ii)||3/6/2012|
|63.||Whom To Love (i)||3/6/2012|
|64.||Whom to avoid in love?||4/7/2012|
|65.||Whom do you want to sit with?||4/8/2012|
|66.||Who Should I Afraid Of?||10/25/2013|
|67.||Who Says The World Is Vast?||12/16/2011|
|68.||Who Is This Man?||6/19/2013|
|69.||who is right who is wrong||7/8/2013|
|72.||Which wink knows not||8/5/2013|
|73.||Where were you when i stood tall?||10/7/2013|
|74.||Where the blood is pure and holy !||5/6/2012|
|75.||where sin multiplies||3/30/2012|
|76.||Where Is My Mind Without Fear?||6/18/2013|
|77.||Where i was when she was raped||6/7/2013|
|78.||Where I Should Begin From||10/13/2013|
|79.||Where I Completely Lost!||6/13/2013|
|80.||when you stop treading alone?||5/29/2013|
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.