Abdul Wahab Son Poems

I am a non-fatal dangerous disease
I do not inflict people but they pick me up
From the neighbour's tip of rise
Out of hate, the daughter of love,
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She gives me
back my poems

with a soft smile in her face
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I did not come here of my own
Some one sent me to you
Not to take anything
But to give you my all
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Call on me the celebrating alphabets,
call on me the rainy days
Illusion through rain and storm, floats without any hints
the sound of words get imbalanced in the gray matter
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So long I did not understand
How much love you hold in your chest for your son
Till the date I become father myself
Could not realise that the mere sight of him
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No one is there
To tell them not to go and remain outside most of the time
There is nothing there to help them
No means you will get to develop
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Ali, the son of Abu Talib,
The fourth caliph of Islam,
What’s that big of it?
He was the king
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