Abdul Wahab

I shall keep you there Where my soul is, My soul is in the heart I shall keep you there,

You do not fear I know yet there is a lingering desire inside To have a hand over your head Telling all is well.

Water flows from lower to higher level If you do not agree then poets are fools In vain they take all the pains to vent out The feelings of people and fire the wind…

Told me a friend in 1991 Who pass examination of highest level They must have got a well thought plan And preparation from their childhood…

To deprive people a martyr day each year Or as a husband to save some money You either marry me or hang me But fixed the date on 29th February.

Intention Manifests through deeds Deeds…

A relief Which I enjoy With my closed eyes When some one or something frightens me…

A Black Hill I notice a hill In color jet black…

America belongs to Americans And not to the natives All Europeans say…

I am desperately searching an image Of what I feel To make you understand Inside of me which runs wild…

Come to the field where Blows only revolutionary wind Nick time six o'clock tomorrow morning some of us are going to gather…

Come to the field where Blows only revolutionary wind Nick time six o'clock in the morning Tomorrow some of us are going…

The thing you never thought before Totally Unsaid unseen that is My thought, virgin It never depends on any membrane…

you may claim the whole earth her lands and monuments i leave you all with a request please…

Whatever you have got With less or hard effort…