– Musadiq Sanwal recalls the life and ways of a dear poet friend, Hasan Dars

Life is but one of the small pieces of Rilli

If you won’t sit on it,

I better fold it.

Out of the blue the other day I received the text message: “Hasan Dars passed away”. I thought it was a joke. How could it be? Hasan was still an adolescent! Maybe it is not the right word, but his energy, his wide, poetry-breathing grin, how could it all have suddenly evaporated into thin air? There was something terribly wrong with the message.

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