Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

761. Fist 12/30/2012
762. Flat Globe 3/25/2016
763. Flat World 5/8/2016
764. Flight Of A Caterpillar 8/6/2013
765. Fling 4/16/2016
766. Flower 6/12/2012
767. Flower Business 1/11/2013
768. Flowers And Bees 3/6/2016
769. Flute 5/23/2012
770. Flying Poems 5/26/2013
771. Follies 6/2/2013
772. Fool And Intelligent 1/17/2013
773. Foolishness 6/7/2012
774. ''Foolishness'' 6/6/2013
775. Fools Live In Fear, Braves In Love 5/13/2012
776. Fools Are In Parliament (Alternative Version) 1/3/2014
777. Fools Let It Fly 5/28/2012
778. Footsteps 3/26/2013
779. For A Poem Only Ii 10/25/2013
780. For Belly And Soul 8/4/2013
781. For The Dead World 8/21/2013
782. Foreign Policy 12/25/2012
783. Foreign Tongue 4/26/2016
784. Forgetfulness 6/11/2013
785. Forgetting 4/9/2012
786. Formula Of Beauty 6/5/2013
787. Fortunate Morning 6/5/2016
788. Frantic Search 1/12/2017
789. Freedom Of Women 4/16/2015
790. Freedom Of Womenii 4/18/2015
791. Freedom! 7/4/2013
792. Freezing And Boiling 6/3/2016
793. Friend 6/10/2012
794. Friend (Two) 6/12/2012
795. Friend And Foe 3/18/2016
796. Friend Or Foe? 7/7/2013
797. Friendship 6/27/2013
798. Friendship And Friendship 5/20/2016
799. Frog World 5/1/2016
800. Frozen Lake 6/2/2016
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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