Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

841. My Poems And Your Poverty 3/20/2016
842. Irrefutable 3/20/2016
843. Jesus 3/20/2016
844. A Story Within A Story 3/20/2016
845. Talisman 3/21/2016
846. Totem 3/22/2016
847. Companion 3/22/2016
848. Your Mother 3/22/2016
849. Ego And Ego 3/23/2016
850. Do Not Go Too Far 3/23/2016
851. Blame 3/23/2016
852. Conscience And Conscience 3/23/2016
853. Sixteen Hours At A Stetch 3/24/2016
854. Confusion And Confusion 3/24/2016
855. Clandestine Talk 3/24/2016
856. Flat Globe 3/25/2016
857. Reality And Reality 3/25/2016
858. Repantance 3/25/2016
859. Balance 3/25/2016
860. Quote Vs Poem 3/25/2016
861. Cause Of Night 3/25/2016
862. Solitude 3/25/2016
863. Online Proposal 3/25/2016
864. Two Causes Of My Writing 3/26/2016
865. Cause Of My Smile 3/26/2016
866. Naughty Boy 3/26/2016
867. Rainy Love 3/30/2016
868. Salinity In The Water Of Your Soul 4/1/2016
869. The Well And Its Water 4/1/2016
870. Usefulness 4/1/2016
871. Waves And Salt 4/1/2016
872. Utility Of Sickle Women 4/1/2016
873. Success And Success 4/1/2016
874. Ring And Bell 4/9/2016
875. A Black Hill 4/9/2016
876. My Son And His Grandfather 4/16/2016
877. Journey 4/16/2016
878. Preservation 4/16/2016
879. Fling 4/16/2016
880. The Glory Of A Little Flower 4/17/2016
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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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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