Abdul Wahab Memories Poems

My living self is a shadow of my past
Where I had seen many dead bodies
Of my dreams and hope
And my present is forced
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Water means some memories
Some sweet and some bitter
Without any stoppage which flow
Murmuring like a gust of wind
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Memories

Far away from crowd
When you ride on the wave of past
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memories (this poem with salema in collaboration)

The sweet breeze of your words hit
the wall of my heart, some are soft
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My forgetfulness as good as my memories
So I always forget to keep memories away
They crowd in rushing when I am alone
But when I am among crowd they fly away.
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