Abdul Wahab [Northern Wind , Suriya , Suzlon , Ruhida]
Biography of Abdul Wahab
- Gold Strip -new-
- Not Yet Ready To Die -new-
- Now I Sit And Wonder -new-
- Logic Is Not A Moulded Rectangular Piece... -new-
- Sweet Kicks And Punches -new-
- While They Laugh -new-
- Rather Be My Fire -new-
- With The Kicks Of Hormones -new-
- Let's Have A Chat -new-
- Give Me Back My Original World -new-
- A View Of My Lovely Mother Land -new-
- Nationalists -new-
- Good And Bad -new-
- Beef -new-
Abdul Wahab Poems
>≫≫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.
The Song Unsung
So many people have sung so many songs On and from earth to heaven but they have not sung me I am the song
The sight of the hills is a beauty The bright moon is the sign of purity The flow of the river is a murmuring music The act of the sun is so philanthropic.
>≫≫Whom Do I Belong To?
Sometimes I wonder If there is a better species than me But I found after so much search and hard work Human being is the supreme
>≫O Love Love Love Love Love Love ...
I love my love As love should love But you never love As my love should love me.
>≫≫I Know What Love Is!
I know what seeing is! As I saw you that day for the first time So I know what liking is!
>≫A Poet's Journey
The first poem was a wonder The second was a surprise. The third poem made me a poet, The fourth gave me a name and fame.
A lot of praise and admiration I got when I was full of innocence Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence. Keeping head straight, running life difficult a lot Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
How Could They Dare To Kill The Crowd?
I stood straight Legs were one foot wide Fingers were one inch apart Suddenly, I threw my hands up.
>≫≫≫The Book Of My Life (One...
In between my decorative cover I laid a lot of colourful words In red, blue, green and white In black, sorrow and pain
Oh, butterfly, butterfly, why do you flutter by? Why can not you fly straight, and have any weapons to fight?
>≫A True Friend
When the burden of life is too much as the rain
Oh, Teacher! If You One Day Become My St...
Oh! Teacher, Oh! Teacher, If you, one day, become my student, and I become your Teacher. Before I teach you
Oh! Mirror the most loveable, cunning queen You reflect in mostly whatever you have seen. Face is the mirror of the soul Literature is the face of the society as a whole
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.