– 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.