Abdul Wahab Poems
|1881.||>≫O Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Is My Love (An Ode)||3/21/2012|
|1882.||>≫≫Whom Do I Belong To?||1/6/2012|
|1884.||The Song Unsung||2/4/2012|
|1885.||>≫≫I Want To Die||3/3/2012|
>≫≫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 ...
Oh, butterfly, butterfly,
why do you flutter by?
Why can not you fly straight,
and have any weapons to fight?
Where do you get so much colour?
Can I buy one, how much in dollar?
Why do you have two lives?
Can I get one, please!