Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1001. The Man In Front Of Me 6/7/2016
1002. কী এসে যায়? 6/7/2016
1003. কঠিন 6/7/2016
1004. Poetry Brawl 6/8/2016
1005. The Ugly Face Of The Globe 6/8/2016
1006. An Apology 6/8/2016
1007. I Lose She Wins 6/8/2016
1008. Leave A Mark On This Earth 6/8/2016
1009. The Key Of The Lock, Obstacles 6/9/2016
1010. No More Same Kinds Of Poems 6/10/2016
1011. This Lousy Wold Is So Ugly That They Call Us Terrorists 6/10/2016
1012. The Plot Of A Poem 6/10/2016
1013. Imagination 6/11/2016
1014. Complains Against The Poets 6/11/2016
1015. Wilderness 6/12/2016
1016. Think, Man, Think 6/12/2016
1017. Shame, Shame, Upon Us 6/12/2016
1018. Incarnation 6/12/2016
1019. Natives 6/12/2016
1020. Civil Code 6/12/2016
1021. The Simple Point Of Each Trouble 6/12/2016
1022. Heartless Beauty 6/12/2016
1023. The Nasty World We Live In 6/12/2016
1024. Mankind's Unfortunate Fate 6/13/2016
1025. Sordid State 6/13/2016
1026. Killing Is A Killing 6/13/2016
1027. Killing Machines 6/13/2016
1028. Love, War And Terror 6/13/2016
1029. Ordinary 6/13/2016
1030. Height 6/13/2016
1031. Bottom 6/13/2016
1032. The Funny Word 6/14/2016
1033. Namesake 6/14/2016
1034. The Smile On The Other's Face 6/15/2016
1035. Today No More I Can Write Poetry 6/15/2016
1036. Victim Mentalities 6/15/2016
1037. Love For Son 6/15/2016
1038. Shepherds 6/15/2016
1039. Media Mongols 6/16/2016
1040. কার কাছে যাবো 6/16/2016
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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Palm Fibre

May the hands of Abu Lahab be ruined
He will lose all whatever he gained
He will be in the flaming fire,
So, his wife the fuel carrier,
Around her neck a twisted cord of palm fibre.

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