Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1281. Pregnant Heart 5/20/2012
1282. Two Birds One Nest 5/15/2012
1283. Suicide (Two) 5/21/2012
1284. I Am In, You Are Out 5/23/2012
1285. Will You Remember Me? 6/10/2012
1286. My Duties 6/17/2012
1287. Mudered By Gun Shot 6/17/2012
1288. Without Title 6/23/2012
1289. Sheep 6/27/2012
1290. *failure 6/29/2012
1291. Success 6/29/2012
1292. Writing (Ii) 6/30/2012
1293. The State Of My Soul 7/4/2012
1294. I Have An Illusion 6/15/2012
1295. My Style Of Loving 7/31/2012
1296. Simple Idea (Language Poetry) 8/24/2012
1297. Hate Works But Love Does Not 4/28/2012
1298. Why Still I Love You! 4/29/2012
1299. Mother 5/10/2012
1300. I Beat Myself Black And Blue! 4/28/2012
1301. Love At First Sight 5/4/2012
1302. Intellect 4/12/2012
1303. How Happily You Do The Acting! 4/21/2012
1304. Finally My Hope Has Gone! 4/9/2012
1305. Injustice 4/11/2012
1306. The Treacher In Love 4/6/2012
1307. The Animal Without A Tail 4/7/2012
1308. Blasphemy 4/8/2012
1309. Love And Anger 6/2/2013
1310. *strategy 6/2/2013
1311. Anytime Anywhere 9/4/2013
1312. The Detachment I Desire 9/1/2013
1313. For Belly And Soul 8/4/2013
1314. Quote 1 8/12/2013
1315. Quote 6 8/12/2013
1316. Welcome Again 8/24/2013
1317. Co-Incidence (Tanka) 8/25/2013
1318. Secret Meaning Of Life 8/21/2013
1319. Melbourne Weather 8/5/2013
1320. I Am A Drop Of Dew 8/7/2013
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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