Biography of Saadut Hussain
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Saadut Hussain Poems
Lurking Shadows In The Dark
Lurking shadows in the dark. Under ash they ignite a spark. A spark so strong, of a memory long
Empty Roads Whisper Many Stories
Empty roads whisper many stories, Of latched windows, Of hurriedly fastened locks, Over dusty old footprints,
In this autumn, hues of yellow, stalks of grain, once stood tall,
A Half Moon Tonight
A half moon tonight, Part left in inquest of her, Part still in wait of that promise.
In The Whispers Of This Night
In the whispers of this night, a memory holds me so tight; Was it you who just passed by,
Burning Your Letters By The Shallow Shor...
Burning your letters by the shallow shores Where we once sat watching reflections of night
Just A Foot Soldier!
When you pressed that trigger on me, When your bullet walked to my fate, While you were closing in on my end, Something was chasing your end too.
This Muse I Must Pour
Through the battered gaps of an old obscure, unlatched door Shattering silences of ages, my initials scribbled on a lost letter,
Some Sparks Remain!
Sometimes you wonder why you wrote those letters, In the dark of that stumble burning midnight flickers,
On a cold morning day she dared him to walk the distance. In frost, barefooted he started his pace, behind him a closing door.
Moon And Echo
I figured out your shadows, in the dark of this night; Distinct, sharp and individual within a shining light
In the endless noise of these bazaars, who pays heed to the beats of hearts? Behind the masks of masquerading days,
Dungeons Of Night
In the dungeons of this night, some daggers, some knives are in quest. I stay awake, watching shadows of dark, creaking silences holding a tryst,
Some silences are deafeningly quiet; Like when I speak, you will not hear
Dungeons Of Night
In the dungeons of this night, some daggers, some knives are in quest.
I stay awake, watching shadows of dark, creaking silences holding a tryst,
Behind open doors the sobs of a mother so near, the invaders march not far,
A light eludes, a cloak prevails, our untold truths sleep under mounds of war
Their crimes ceaseless, denied and remorseless;