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.
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 ...
Losing My Identity Card
I took a ride on the other side
of a wide ocean and wilder skies
People spoke there
In languages unknown to us
Only two of us are in our mother tongue
That night I really travelled, too, far
And never thought of retracing back
I did not ask myself anything