Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

401. Stop Living In Future 5/25/2013
402. The Enemy Within 5/25/2013
403. If Any One Is There 9/9/2013
404. The Boat Man And The River 5/19/2013
405. The Love Of Bottom For The Top 5/15/2013
406. Philosophy 5/12/2013
407. Punchy 5/12/2013
408. Crunchy 5/12/2013
409. Twist 5/12/2013
410. Fruit 5/12/2013
411. Warning 5/11/2013
412. Tell Me The Truth 5/8/2013
413. A Piece Of Diamond 5/7/2013
414. Huge Depression 9/17/2013
415. Yes, I Understood All! ! ! ! ! ! ! 5/5/2013
416. Toothless Talk 5/4/2013
417. Exchange Of Diamonds 5/4/2013
418. Joy In Wilderness 5/1/2013
419. The Experience Of Bottom 4/29/2013
420. Suffering 9/27/2013
421. Irony 9/27/2013
422. >≫Suf - - -The Wool 9/29/2013
423. Shore 9/29/2013
424. Soul Ii (A Sufi Poem) 9/29/2013
425. Cause Of Losing Self 10/1/2013
426. Abstract Imagery 10/1/2013
427. Get Your Mentality Checked 10/2/2013
428. All About Confidence 10/1/2013
429. The Globe 4/10/2013
430. In Need Of A Break Out 10/16/2013
431. End At Dead- Night 10/18/2013
432. >≫I Fear Myself Most 10/19/2013
433. >≫Unlearning -The Way Of Getting Truth 10/20/2013
434. The Lines Of Average 10/15/2013
435. >≫≫Where To Go, Whom To Approach 10/24/2013
436. For A Poem Only Ii 10/25/2013
437. Fear Of The Unknown 10/25/2013
438. The Causes Behind 10/22/2013
439. Dil, Dimak Aur Juban (In Hindi) 10/26/2013
440. >≫≫I Know Why A Dumb Fights For Freedom Of Speech 10/26/2013
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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