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 ...
Two Causes Of My Writing
Though the man does not know anything about poetry
Yet he says what I write is children's rhyme
Well, my writing may not be for you
You are grown up fool and you have another work to do
But why do I write, the question, pops up in my mind
Others say, writing is a kind of psycho therapy
Then promptly comes up a poet and asks
Do you mean then all writers are psycho patients?
OMG! OMG! How that could be? It is very insulting!