Abdul Wahab

Gold Star - 16,114 Points [Northern Wind , Suriya , Suzlon , Ruhida]

Abdul Wahab Poems

1681. What Is Wonder? 6/4/2013
1682. What Left My Throat Dry? 2/12/2012
1683. What Life Is! 5/8/2012
1684. What Signal A Lull Gives! ! ! ! 6/10/2013
1685. What The Psyche Envisages! 5/4/2012
1686. What Turns It Into A Poem 7/30/2013
1687. What You Look, Go Ahead! 7/7/2013
1688. What's The Use To Be A Miser In A Dream! 12/4/2013
1689. When Avoidance, A Crime 9/22/2013
1690. When I Shake When I Shuder 6/24/2013
1691. When I Was At Bethlehem 5/10/2013
1692. When I Went Restless And Pale 12/9/2013
1693. When Lust Is Seen Boiling 3/8/2016
1694. When We Are Alone 7/5/2013
1695. When You Stop Treading Alone? 5/29/2013
1696. Where I Completely Lost! 6/13/2013
1697. Where I Should Begin From 10/13/2013
1698. Where I Was When She Was Raped 6/7/2013
1699. Where Is Justice? 2/21/2016
1700. Where Is My Mind Without Fear? 6/18/2013
1701. Where Sin Multiplies 3/30/2012
1702. Where The Blood Is Pure And Holy ! 5/6/2012
1703. Where Were You When I Stood Tall? 10/7/2013
1704. Which Wink Knows Not 8/5/2013
1705. While They Laugh 6/19/2016
1706. Whipping 3/6/2012
1707. White Hair 6/2/2016
1708. White Phosphorus 9/17/2013
1709. Who Is Right Who Is Wrong 7/8/2013
1710. Who Is This Man? 6/19/2013
1711. Who Says The World Is Vast? 12/16/2011
1712. Who Should I Afraid Of? 10/25/2013
1713. Whom Do You Want To Sit With? 4/8/2012
1714. Whom I Should Blame 5/11/2016
1715. Whom To Avoid In Love? 4/7/2012
1716. Whom To Love (I) 3/6/2012
1717. Whom To Love. (Ii) 3/6/2012
1718. Why Do People Play With Blood ? 5/10/2012
1719. Why Still I Love You! 4/29/2012
1720. Why? 10/17/2013
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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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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