By: Dr. Adnan Buzan
Mother...
I was born...
with the cry of pain,
when the night was learning
the names of its victims,
and when the sighs were hidin…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
O you who walk across the soil of stories…
slow down a little.
For this dust is not the dust of a road,
but the ashes of hearts
t…
by Dr. Adnan Bouzan
I watered affection from my heart with purity,
Yet their treachery sprouted in every valley.
I thought kindness a shield of iro…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
Shall time restore the vanished warmth of our embrace,
And draw a wandering heart to love’s forsaken grace?
Or is it but a sword…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
I am like you…
Nothing pleases me
except to arrange my disappointment
the way an exile arranges his final suitcases,
to tuck defe…