Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1761. Will People Still Continue To Sabotage Their Own Mission? 3/18/2012
1762. Will Power 6/3/2013
1763. Will You Remember Me? 6/10/2012
1764. Will You? 7/7/2013
1765. Wind And Flower 9/19/2013
1766. Wining Tips 8/2/2013
1767. Wink Of Thirst 8/4/2013
1768. Winners 6/7/2012
1769. Wisdom 3/17/2012
1770. Wisdom (Two) 12/21/2012
1771. Wisdom(Ii) 5/8/2013
1772. Wise And Fool 6/2/2013
1773. Wish 5/27/2013
1774. Wish (New) 5/30/2013
1775. Wish And Wish 5/17/2016
1776. With A Broken Heart Have I To Die! 5/15/2012
1777. With Buddha 12/21/2016
1778. With The Kicks Of Hormones 6/19/2016
1779. Without Reason 1/15/2013
1780. Without Title 6/23/2012
1781. Woman 5/30/2013
1782. Woman (Two) 2/29/2016
1783. Woman 3 3/8/2016
1784. Woman 4 3/8/2016
1785. Woman 5 3/9/2016
1786. Woman Ii 6/21/2013
1787. Wonder And Me 6/26/2013
1788. Wonder Box 5/4/2013
1789. Wonder Box 2 2/21/2016
1790. Wonder Organ 7/25/2013
1791. Wonder Poet 8/8/2013
1792. Wonder Thought 6/26/2013
1793. Wonderful Cart 5/24/2013
1794. Wonderful Mother 6/15/2013
1795. Wonders Of Magic 2/17/2015
1796. Wood Cutter 7/17/2013
1797. Words 5/11/2013
1798. Work, কাজ 3/27/2015
1799. Worth Of Living 3/4/2016
1800. Worthless Politics 12/25/2012
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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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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