Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1. 4/18/2015
2. 4/18/2015
3. >≫ ''Aweeeeee! '' An Incredible Poem 8/10/2013
4. >≫ Funny World 11/24/2014
5. >≫ Grey 11/24/2014
6. >≫ Home 11/23/2014
7. >≫ Middle East 11/27/2014
8. >≫ Occupying Weed 11/19/2014
9. >≫ Reaction 11/24/2014
10. >≫ Reactions 6/8/2014
11. >≫ Schizophrenia 11/25/2014
12. >≫ Soul-Mates 11/25/2014
13. >≫ The Seed Of Love (Bengali) 12/5/2014
14. >≫ The Thin, Slim And Straight Red Line 6/6/2014
15. >≫ Too Many Fruits Could Leave You Broken 6/8/2014
16. >≫ Unearthing Metaphor 6/2/2014
17. >≫ Yet It Seems To Me (In Bngali) 3/27/2015
18. >≫≫ A Hilarious Poem 6/2/2014
19. >≫≫ A View Through The Hole Of A Cold Coffin 7/10/2014
20. >≫≫ Be Prepared To Entertain Me 6/6/2014
21. >≫≫ Broom 1/14/2014
22. >≫≫ Discipline 6/12/2014
23. >≫≫ Fire 1/9/2014
24. >≫≫ I Shall Not Let Myself To Get Away Easily 6/8/2014
25. >≫≫ Kidding 6/8/2014
26. >≫≫ Me With My Mind 6/8/2014
27. >≫≫ Minority Problem 6/2/2014
28. >≫≫ Poet's Agony 6/8/2014
29. >≫≫ Pretending To Be Dead 6/5/2014
30. >≫≫ Semblance Of Superiority 6/8/2014
31. >≫≫ Shut Life In Tight World 6/8/2014
32. >≫≫ Trap Of The Huntress Growth 6/4/2014
33. >≫≫≫ ≫ Unique! 6/29/2013
34. >≫≫≫ A Challenge For You 5/30/2014
35. >≫≫≫ Indolence 6/9/2014
36. >≫≫≫ Infinity 6/10/2014
37. >≫≫≫ Manipulative Success 2/1/2014
38. >≫≫≫ Me In Your Life 1/27/2014
39. >≫≫≫ Religion 6/12/2014
40. >≫≫≫ The Deeds I Did Last Night 6/4/2014
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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