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 ...
May the hands of Abu Lahab be ruined
He will lose all whatever he gained
He will be in the flaming fire,
So, his wife the fuel carrier,
Around her neck a twisted cord of palm fibre.