Asghar Hassan
Published writing
Eyes
Eyes, A treasure full of divine dialects, A blow full of sparkling ecastasy, A gaze that produce fragrant myths Like that from shamisen, So, beautiful and precious Like the crescent crimson moon rolls In tides of eclipsial waves, So, pretty like marvelous Arora Borealis, So, rare like fragments of floral pearl, In lonely spheres of collosal oceans, That made me to drown in them, Like…