Hassaan Butt Poems

In a world of the temporary, why do I hope for the permanent?
In a world of attachments, why do I feel detached?
Am I truly an outlier, or does everyone deceive themselves?
Will this cycle persist, or will things finally change?
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I am gasoline, trapped inside a tank—
contained, waiting, volatile.
And she is a matchstick, burning pieces of herself
just to bring light to the world.
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