Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

161. This Despair Will Be Pushed Into The Past By Future 11/11/2012
162. Today Will Be Yesterday 11/11/2012
163. My Day 11/11/2012
164. Master Molester Of Truth 11/11/2012
165. Bigger Poet 11/16/2012
166. Dream And Life 11/17/2012
167. Chair 11/20/2012
168. Blank Spaces 11/20/2012
169. The Book 11/20/2012
170. Boat 11/20/2012
171. Destination 11/20/2012
172. Tasty Dead Cow 11/13/2012
173. Avant Garde 11/21/2012
174. The Wind 11/21/2012
175. Possibility 11/23/2012
176. Poet 11/23/2012
177. Chair (Two) 11/21/2012
178. Hill Of Pains 11/24/2012
179. Beggar 11/29/2012
180. Love In Sale 11/29/2012
181. Ball Bearing 11/30/2012
182. Ball Bearing (Two) 11/30/2012
183. Convulsion 12/4/2012
184. The Bird Eats Up Her Own Eggs 12/4/2012
185. Normality 12/7/2012
186. Cloths 12/14/2012
187. Instincts 12/14/2012
188. Conscience 12/14/2012
189. My Joy In Your Rough Hands (An Enchirion's Story) 11/27/2012
190. The Road 11/28/2012
191. Mother Land 12/14/2012
192. Hey Communal! 12/14/2012
193. Choice 12/15/2012
194. Identity 12/15/2012
195. Corruption 12/15/2012
196. Vacate The World 12/15/2012
197. What If I Kill You? 12/18/2012
198. Think Twice 12/18/2012
199. Human Tragedy 12/20/2012
200. Knowledge 12/20/2012
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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