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 ...
An Inside Story
He does not understand the words
Yet he laughs without reason
Then he laughs again with us
The reason is that he sees us laughing
Later, I make him understand the meaning
In his room he is found again laughing alone
This time the reason is that he now understands
The words, the meaning and the content
It would be better if the story ends here