My ear drums can contain.But only the ringing of defeat,muffled by the waves crashing on my two feet.Distracted by the wails from the sirens of modernity, the crie of vices, unfamiliar places pounding on the empty shells of serenity.The hails of the prayers kill the requiem of dawn placidity now, a rare thorn.
From Noor Iskandar
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