Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1201. Noisy Man At Home 6/11/2012
1202. Normality 12/7/2012
1203. North Wind 5/3/2013
1204. Not Yet Ready To Die 6/21/2016
1205. Nothing 6/12/2013
1206. Nothing Is Greater Than Man 4/19/2015
1207. Nothing Like Divinity In A Poet 10/4/2013
1208. Notice Board 6/16/2013
1209. Nourish The Flowers Of Love 6/23/2013
1210. Now I Know What Is Wasting! 5/4/2012
1211. Now I Sit And Wonder 6/21/2016
1212. Number Game 6/2/2016
1213. Numerology 8/22/2012
1214. O My God ! (Ii) 3/2/2012
1215. O My God! 3/1/2012
1216. Oh Bird 12/30/2012
1217. Oh Lord 12/12/2014
1218. Oh! Human, Learn 5/14/2012
1219. Oh! Moon I Fear You Not 7/14/2013
1220. Oh! My Darling Dream (A Haiku) 3/19/2012
1221. Oh, Teacher! If You One Day Become My Student! 12/16/2011
1222. Once Upon A Time 2/22/2016
1223. One Box Of Love 6/7/2013
1224. One Bright Star 10/11/2012
1225. One Day That I See 5/22/2016
1226. One Good Is Not Good For All 3/10/2015
1227. One Good, No Good To All 3/13/2016
1228. One Road Ahead 4/25/2012
1229. One Way Journey 3/4/2016
1230. Online Proposal 3/25/2016
1231. Opposing The Idea Of Suicide 5/22/2012
1232. Ordinary 6/13/2016
1233. Our Visibility 3/16/2016
1234. Out Of Ideas 5/22/2016
1235. Pain And Writing 6/12/2016
1236. Pain In A Bud (A Senryu) 4/6/2012
1237. Palm Fibre 12/16/2011
1238. Paradox Ha Ha! 6/2/2013
1239. Parts Of Life 3/18/2016
1240. Passionate Night 7/20/2013
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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