Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1081. রাজনের দোয়া 1/24/2017
1082. পশম উষ্ণ ভালোবাসা 1/24/2017
1083. ওভাবে নয় দেখি আমি এভাবে 1/24/2017
1084. সত্য 1/25/2017
1085. প্রার্থনা2 1/25/2017
1086. রাগ 1/25/2017
1087. যেদিন সক্রেটিস হলাম 1/25/2017
1088. উপরি পাওনা 1/25/2017
1089. দরজাহীন ঘর2 1/27/2017
1090. ইস্তফা 1/28/2017
1091. ভাঙার শব্দ 1/30/2017
1092. জীবন মানে কিন্তু বিষণ্ণতা না 1/30/2017
1093. কথা দিলাম 1/30/2017
1094. তুমি নদীর গুহ্যদ্বার দেখ, আমি চললাম 1/30/2017
1095. Face Of My Son 1/30/2017
1096. Burning Tune 1/30/2017
1097. I Do Not Agree With Myself 1/30/2017
1098. Tuition Teacher 1/30/2017
1099. Stoic Passion 1/30/2017
1100. সূর্য 2/1/2017
1101. School 2/2/2017
1102. This World 2/18/2017
1103. Climber 2/18/2017
1104. Purpose 2/19/2017
1105. Dream And Reality 2/19/2017
1106. Lake 2/23/2017
1107. Me Myself And I 2/24/2017
1108. Falling Cracker 3/13/2017
1109. The Flash 3/16/2017
1110. An Inside Story 4/2/2017
1111. Anger 4/6/2017
1112. Waiting For Another Wise 4/6/2017
1113. ভঙ্গিল পর্বত 4/6/2017
1114. বেদনার ইমারত 4/6/2017
1115. Second To None 4/8/2017
1116. A Promise 3/20/2015
1117. No More I Sleep In The Same Side 1/1/2017
1118. Inference 1/7/2017
1119. Spark 1/9/2017
1120. My Old Age 1/9/2017
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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