Abdul Wahab [Northern Wind , Suriya , Suzlon , Ruhida]
Poems of Abdul Wahab
|181.||>>The funny side of love||11/2/2013|
|184.||>>Unlearning -the way of getting truth||10/20/2013|
|187.||>>Wish Of My Soul||7/20/2013|
|189.||>>You are only to blame||10/19/2013|
|190.||>An astounding artist||5/21/2013|
|193.||>reality of reality||8/3/2013|
|195.||>status of my garden||5/20/2013|
|197.||>That's the thing that is there||5/27/2013|
|198.||>The place which does not exist||6/5/2013|
|199.||>The tree of greed and suffering||5/30/2013|
|200.||>Truth Vs Falsehood||5/30/2013|
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.
Unknown pricks me, the soul is heavy and restless
The world appearing suffocated ruthless.
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I do not know how to cool and keep quite my mind.