Abdul Wahab Poems
|1644.||এ ভুল কোন ভুল নয়||3/28/2015|
|1651.||শুধু একবার বল||4/3/2015|
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>≫≫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 ...
Political killing is really bad
Very unfortunate, through the struggle i take it with a pang
And forget with much difficulty after a decade
But police killing? A Heinous crime
A blot upon democracy, a black spot on humanity
I abhor I detest and will never forget before a century
But killing someone
On the basis of collective consciousness?
Holy Lord! Never! Never! Until the civilization has not been destroyed.