two gasping flames,
flickering,
straining,
in disjointed unison,
tripping,
falling,
ashes and rust,
corrosive, acidic,
dust.
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Afzal Moolla
The Manic Scribbler
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- A dream as a new dawn yawns …
- “Why him?”, they ask her …
- the passion of my pen: you
- the stream of life …
- Your Love …
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- The Journey …
- Hope endures …
- “Let Equality Bloom” by Brooke Fischer
- am i human ?
- The Foreword to my book by the National Poet Laureate of South Africa, Comrade and respected elder freedom fighter, Professor Mongane “Wally” Serote.
- My Book “Struggle, Exile, & Love” distributed to community schools in South Africa.
- my apologies for being out of touch for so long 🙏🏽✌🏾
- “Struggle, Exile, & Love” – The Video of the Online Launch of my book.
- Heritage Day: South Africa 24th September 2021
- How I REALLY feel at times.
- It is not Kung-Flu. It is Covid-19.
- Delhi. A Funeral Pyre.
- life now …
- Victor Jara 1932 – 1973.
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From dust comes life so the cycle begins anew and the flame of life lightens the path beyond
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