Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1361. A Revolving Sense 5/3/2013
1362. An Egg 5/12/2013
1363. Do Not Mind The Fun 5/27/2013
1364. >That's The Thing That Is There 5/27/2013
1365. The Flight Of Our Thought 5/27/2013
1366. Flying Poems 5/26/2013
1367. What Happened To The Room I Decorated Well? 5/26/2013
1368. Let Them Fall Into Fast Asleep 5/25/2013
1369. Effect 5/25/2013
1370. Denouement 5/23/2013
1371. Wild Jungle 9/9/2013
1372. Politics Of Poets 5/25/2013
1373. Do Not Pull Me Up So Hard 5/22/2013
1374. Smoke 5/22/2013
1375. Water-Less Clay 9/10/2013
1376. >≫Catharsis - A Sense Of Waste 10/31/2013
1377. Scale To Check Quality Of A Poem 10/27/2013
1378. >≫Fear 10/26/2013
1379. A Jock From Hell 10/8/2013
1380. Who Should I Afraid Of? 10/25/2013
1381. Quality Or Jealousy? 10/17/2013
1382. >≫Cloud Tracking 10/23/2013
1383. Blow Of Calumination 10/21/2013
1384. >≫You Are Only To Blame 10/19/2013
1385. In Search Of Relief 10/20/2013
1386. Master Plot 10/12/2013
1387. Fatherly Love Ii 10/2/2013
1388. Silence Of Buddha 10/3/2013
1389. 1991 10/1/2013
1390. Monkey 9/24/2013
1391. Bat 9/30/2013
1392. Keys Of Convenience 9/30/2013
1393. I Myself A Friend 5/11/2013
1394. When Avoidance, A Crime 9/22/2013
1395. The World Of My Life 9/22/2013
1396. The Burning Of A Piece Of Wood (Sufi Poem) 10/29/2013
1397. >≫Invincible 11/8/2013
1398. Untested Teaching 11/22/2013
1399. >≫≫Overbearing Tree 11/21/2013
1400. >≫Lesson From Sky 11/23/2013
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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