Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1761. Work, কাজ 3/27/2015
1762. Worth Of Living 3/4/2016
1763. Worthless Politics 12/25/2012
1764. Wrath 8/11/2012
1765. Wrist Watch 5/14/2016
1766. Write For Writing Sake 3/4/2016
1767. Writer's Block 11/9/2012
1768. Writers' Block 2/27/2016
1769. Writing 6/7/2012
1770. Writing (Ii) 6/30/2012
1771. Writing And Writing 5/11/2016
1772. Written For Poets 6/7/2013
1773. Wrong Time 8/17/2013
1774. Xxxxx 7/14/2012
1775. Yes, I Understood All! ! ! ! ! ! ! 5/5/2013
1776. You 12/26/2012
1777. You Are Not Alone In Your Loneliness 7/8/2013
1778. You Are Not An Ant 9/8/2012
1779. You Are Not So Much Ignorant To Be Over Confident 5/28/2012
1780. You Are The Cause Yourself 3/24/2013
1781. You Are The Metaphor For Me 4/27/2012
1782. You In My Life 6/3/2012
1783. Young Heart Of The Old Frame 7/26/2013
1784. Your Mind And Intellect 7/9/2013
1785. Your Monster Greed 5/31/2013
1786. Your Mother 3/22/2016
1787. Your Reaction 6/9/2013
1788. অস্ত যেতে দিও না 6/16/2016
1789. আগুন 5/17/2016
1790. আমাদের জীবন 7/19/2014
1791. উন্নতি 7/17/2014
1792. এ ভুল কোন ভুল নয় 3/28/2015
1793. এমন কথা 4/14/2015
1794. কঠিন 6/7/2016
1795. কবিতার পবিত্রতা 5/11/2016
1796. কার কাছে যাবো 6/16/2016
1797. কী এসে যায়? 6/7/2016
1798. ঘোড়ার ডিম 6/3/2016
1799. দরজাহীন ঘর 4/9/2015
1800. প্রার্থনা 4/6/2015
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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