Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

121. Untouchability 10/8/2012
122. Untold Love 7/30/2013
123. Untitled (Two) 6/15/2012
124. Untitled 6/3/2012
125. Untested Teaching 11/22/2013
126. Unteachable 8/22/2013
127. Unsaid 6/19/2013
128. Unreachable Point 1/31/2013
129. Unpleasant News 5/21/2012
130. Unique Song 7/20/2013
131. Unique (Edited) 11/14/2014
132. Unfortunate Man 11/3/2012
133. Under The Mysterious Cover (Two Poems Side By Side) 9/10/2012
134. Unbelieveable 10/13/2013
135. Two Witches 8/15/2013
136. Two Systems 10/15/2012
137. Two Reasons. 8/15/2013
138. Two In One 5/4/2013
139. Two Commotions 10/1/2012
140. Two Birds One Nest 5/15/2012
141. Twist 5/12/2013
142. Turning Of Sins Into A Sun 1/5/2014
143. Truth Versus Politics 1/13/2013
144. Truth -???? 11/18/2014
145. Truth (Two) 12/21/2012
146. Truth 12/21/2012
147. Tricks To Be Intelligent (Edited) 7/31/2013
148. Tricks To Be Intelligent 7/31/2013
149. Tribute To A Rock Star 9/20/2012
150. Treatment Of A Doctor 7/28/2013
151. Trap Of Beauty 5/3/2013
152. Toothless Talk 5/4/2013
153. Toothless Smile 5/14/2013
154. Today Will Be Yesterday 11/11/2012
155. To Take Us Home Is Not Your Business 6/24/2012
156. Time And Me 6/26/2013
157. Till I Feel To Till I Faint! (An Alternative Haiku) 3/20/2012
158. Three Cons 8/4/2013
159. Thoughts 7/26/2013
160. This Time Again 7/4/2012
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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>≫Adolescence

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 quiet my mind.

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