he walked down the road, weaving paths he never dreamed he would, growing up, just being was about it, no room for non-conformity, no space for celestial emotions, this he thought to himself as his well-worn shoes beat the gravel down splintering it into a thousand little consequences … … …
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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 …
- meagre rhymes of love …
- 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 ππ½βπΎ
- “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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bade-bhaiyya! βπβ
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