Abdul Wahab Poems

Teachers detonate their mind
And hand over them an idol of ideas
Made out from the collected lava
...

Something is set on fire
It smells, tell my nostrils
But the eyes deny, I See
Neither the smoke nor the object
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Though I do not like
Words and alphabets

But I like to read books
So when I was once reading
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In the dark
Dark clouds and tides

Revolving round
...

Whatever the effort, you put in
And no matter

how fast you blow
...

Whatever you have got
With less

or hard effort
...

I was on this side of the laptop
And you were on the other

Unseen fortune forced us
To chat with each other on the internet
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I wanted you to like
my words

As you like your breath
But I falter
...

the meaning
of meaninglessness
is nothing
but I can give you
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