Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

241. Rape And War 1/6/2013
242. Use It Enough 1/6/2013
243. Counter View Ii 1/6/2013
244. Alternative View 1/6/2013
245. Poor Words 1/6/2013
246. Silence Please 1/7/2013
247. Lamp 1/7/2013
248. Colour And Extravagance 1/11/2013
249. Flower Business 1/11/2013
250. Investment Advice 1/12/2013
251. Truth Versus Politics 1/13/2013
252. Fantastic 1/14/2013
253. Peace And Love 1/14/2013
254. Vacuum 1/15/2013
255. Adversaries 1/14/2013
256. Without Reason 1/15/2013
257. Radience Of Lamp 1/16/2013
258. Radience Of Lamp * 1/16/2013
259. Fool And Intelligent 1/17/2013
260. This Is What I Need 1/20/2013
261. Thanks A Lot Friend 1/20/2013
262. Song Of Broken Glass 1/22/2013
263. Craft 1/22/2013
264. Life Is More Or Nothing 1/23/2013
265. Angelic Girls 1/23/2013
266. Sycophancy 1/23/2013
267. Do Not Behave Like Usa 1/23/2013
268. Peace Ii 1/25/2013
269. Black Sack 1/25/2013
270. Tank And Man 1/29/2013
271. Art And Poetry 1/29/2013
272. Invisible Line 1/29/2013
273. Garden 1/9/2013
274. Horse (1) 1/11/2013
275. I Do Not Listen To Myself 1/31/2013
276. Real Spirit 2/18/2013
277. Fake Flower 3/16/2013
278. Crafty Creator 3/16/2013
279. I Want To Say Somethig 3/24/2013
280. Footsteps 3/26/2013
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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