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Taha Hassan Poem
The Old Man
Eleven Thousand miles away,
there lives an old man, so they say.
He works and toils to teach and make,
his students smart and chocolate cake.
He has an old, worn pair of specs.
He has a mailbox, daily he checks.
He has an orange shirt he wears,
with blue brown checks and lots of tears.
He likes to write, he likes to cook.
he never turns down a good book.
He plays a flute so calm and cool.
He swims every day in his pool.
He likes to talk philosophy
on topics that we never see.
He has a lot of friends world wide.
He makes them smile, Indeed so wide.
People admire him by the ton.
Indeed the old man is much fun.
-Taha
Copyright © Taha Hassan | Year Posted 2019
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Taha Hassan Poem
The Lily:
I found it swaying, happily among,
Its stranger friends, with me laughing along.
I hadn’t a clue, how crucial it’d be,
To my sanity, love, knowledge and glee.
We spent nights and days, talking endlessly,
Of sorrow, thoughts, books, future, reality,
So close we were but, we never knew why.
A sibling? Lover? Friend? Parabatai?
We dreamt of living, together and free,
Of doing everything, that we couldn’t complete.
But Alas! Life came, and tore us apart,
Made us, not one, but two hearts.
Never feeling the fact, I carried on.
Never knowing me full, it carried on.
I was never able, to show till now
How much I loved it, does it matter now?
It has its own life. I have my own drifts.
Though filled with worries, it still has few gifts.
The memories of old, the happiness of past,
The longing for my soul, the beating of my heart.
-By Taha
Copyright © Taha Hassan | Year Posted 2019
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