Abdul Wahab Poems
|1881.||>≫≫Whom Do I Belong To?||1/6/2012|
|1883.||>≫O Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Is My Love (An Ode)||3/21/2012|
|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 ...
Bring him four beautiful doves
And let him pet them all before he puts their pieces
On the white cliffs of different mountains
Mountain will not move but the doves
The dead doves will rearrange their bones
And walk down to their feet with same feathers and skins
I will ask you but nothing like the same above