Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

761. Fools Live In Fear, Braves In Love 5/13/2012
762. ''Foolishness'' 6/6/2013
763. Foolishness 6/7/2012
764. Fool And Intelligent 1/17/2013
765. Follies 6/2/2013
766. Flying Poems 5/26/2013
767. Flute 5/23/2012
768. Flower Business 1/11/2013
769. Flower 6/12/2012
770. Flight Of A Caterpillar 8/6/2013
771. Fist 12/30/2012
772. Fire - The Love 4/27/2012
773. Finally My Hope Has Gone! 4/9/2012
774. Final Button 12/20/2012
775. Fear Of The Unknown 10/25/2013
776. Father's Take On Poetry 7/1/2013
777. Fatherly Love Ii 10/2/2013
778. Fatherly Love 6/2/2012
779. Fate 6/3/2013
780. Fashion 5/31/2013
781. Fantastic 1/14/2013
782. Falling Leaf 9/3/2013
783. Fallacy 11/11/2012
784. Fall Out 7/11/2013
785. Fake Preacher 1/7/2013
786. Fake Policy 12/15/2012
787. Fake Flower 3/16/2013
788. Fair And Free 2/18/2013
789. Face And Soul 5/30/2013
790. Eyes (Popular Poetry) 11/6/2012
791. Eyes 6/10/2012
792. Expert Children Of Expert Parents 5/25/2013
793. Exchange Of Diamonds 5/4/2013
794. Except Love Life Is Meaningless 3/27/2012
795. Endurence 8/5/2013
796. End At Dead- Night 10/18/2013
797. Emptiness 7/1/2013
798. Eloquent Lies 5/4/2013
799. Ego 12/21/2012
800. Effect 5/25/2013
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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