Abdul Wahab Poems
>≫≫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 ...
Rise up men and women rise up
Sleep is good but getting up is better
And shrug off your junk thoughts
Practice not your superstition
Illogicality will not help you
Neither will help you biased logic
Nor will those for whom you cheat
Hypocrisy is like a termite
It will eat you up from inside