All Things Are Born There... Poem by Hasan Maruf

All Things Are Born There...



There is
a living dream
at the
center of the earth,

Hollowed like
pilasters in palaces
of which
treasures are hidden,

Think no more,
the quiet footsteps
of a shadow
that comes inside,

The tunnel
to which light travels
to the heart;
I am but a whisper.

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Hasan Maruf

Hasan Maruf

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