Biography of Abdul Wahab
Abdul Wahab Poems
>≫A True Friend
When the burden of life is too much as the rain
The sight of the hills is a beauty The bright moon is the sign of purity The flow of the river is a murmuring music The act of the sun is so philanthropic.
Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life ...
Out of love I can take tricks and schemes But from the beautiful faces I won't take lies..
What Life Is!
Life is ……………………… Sometimes hearing sometimes deaf Sometimes green fruit sometimes a fallen leaf Sometimes speaking sometimes dumb
Oh! Mirror the most loveable, cunning queen You reflect in mostly whatever you have seen. Face is the mirror of the soul Literature is the face of the society as a whole
If a dream Breaks even In a dream You get hurt
>≫≫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.
>≫≫I Know What Love Is!
I know what seeing is! As I saw you that day for the first time So I know what liking is!
The Revenge Of Love
Oh! Rukmoni, are you listening? How can you listen! As you are living in a far away land By chance if you listen this poem
>≫O Love Love Love Love Love Love ...
I love my love As love should love But you never love As my love should love me.
Hope! ! (Inspired By Dikinson)
Hope is a bird With wonderful feathers Sits on the boughs of the soul And sings the song of how to be remain alive
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.
The Song Unsung
So many people have sung so many songs On and from earth to heaven but they have not sung me I am the song
Oh, Teacher! If You One Day Become My St...
Oh! Teacher, Oh! Teacher, If you, one day, become my student, and I become your Teacher. Before I teach you
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.