Hassan Adnan Poems

The old teak, is the manifest of time and man.
History is his memory, a book and a map.
He saw man grow from ages to rages …
Pairs dwindling in mud to the overcrowded places …
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Be upon the seas like the feather. 
So weightless and delicate, no tide to track its trail no sea to swallow its grail.
Neither owned by its weight nor by any dues.
Smoothly crusing through the crude.
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