Abul Hussain Poems

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The Ancient Mariner

He was outside his porch, all crumpled up,
Eyes shrunken, weather-beaten, bent and weak,
Coughing, hands trembling, puffing hard
At his old hookah, when the siren's wail

A Choice

The ancient track our fathers knew,
The road they trod for years,
Is charted well and not beset
With nameless spooks or fears.

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