Hassanal Abdullah Poems
|1.||With A Little Cash||10/21/2013|
|3.||Swatantra Sonnet 21||10/21/2013|
|4.||When God Is Dead||10/23/2013|
|5.||The Light Of The Earth||10/23/2013|
|6.||The Story Of Ants||10/23/2013|
|8.||Swatantra Sonnet 77||10/25/2013|
|10.||The Cacophony Of The Gunfire||6/25/2015|
|11.||Swatantra Sonnet 64||10/9/2016|
|12.||Swatantra Sonnet 196||10/9/2016|
Comments about Hassanal Abdullah
In my childhood I saw many gods
With their red wide eyes
Full of threats.
My days passed by
Like a scared chick
Thrown into the corner of domesticity.
I did not raise my eyes to face them eye-to-eye.
They were on my head
As well as in thought's soft stage
And standing still in my path of vision.
I was not unhappy,
Walking behind them, but at times
I longed for a walk on the horizon
Away from their kingdom.
The thirst for freedom
Loomed in my burning breast.
Gods are still there, even more modern,
Robust, with their...