Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1721. The Value Of A Poet 6/10/2013
1722. >≫≫≫I Am Dead And That Is Quite Long Before 6/13/2013
1723. Unsaid 6/19/2013
1724. Woman Ii 6/21/2013
1725. Run, Man Run! 6/30/2013
1726. Billy 8/19/2013
1727. Dream 1/11/2013
1728. Silence 5/25/2012
1729. Atonement 4/1/2012
1730. Do You Believe Me? 4/7/2012
1731. *beyond Dimension 8/25/2012
1732. ***me (Two) (Popular Poetry) 10/25/2012
1733. *bigot 10/24/2012
1734. In Between The Gap 8/28/2013
1735. Falling Leaf 9/3/2013
1736. Living With Carcasses 6/3/2013
1737. I Doubt If I Am Alive 6/28/2013
1738. Oh! Moon I Fear You Not 7/14/2013
1739. Perfection And Me 6/18/2013
1740. >Struggle 6/6/2013
1741. Reward And Punishment 9/14/2013
1742. >≫Me, My Bicyle And Life 11/1/2013
1743. >≫≫The Key 11/10/2013
1744. >≫≫≫ The Strongest Child 2/10/2014
1745. Heart Over Mind 8/6/2013
1746. Life 111 2/18/2013
1747. *immortal Verses (In Different Style) 10/24/2012
1748. *human Tragedy 8/23/2012
1749. *birth Of The Word Ridiculous 8/28/2012
1750. Stupidity 3/27/2012
1751. The Belief To Believe 4/1/2012
1752. Lonely Markets And Empty Streets 3/25/2012
1753. The Poverty Crone (A Short Poem) 3/20/2012
1754. Oh! My Darling Dream (A Haiku) 3/19/2012
1755. The Love Of Flying 3/22/2012
1756. A Sense Of Waste 8/2/2013
1757. Sign And Symbol 7/27/2013
1758. The Sound 7/28/2013
1759. Freedom! 7/4/2013
1760. Sing The Song Praising Me 6/27/2013
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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