The Silent Fractions

The dead silence of the scuttling echo chained me down to my tribulation

While I craved for lively voices in the bends and stretches of my streets

Secrets stained my body with crack laden marks on all my fractions

As tears rolled down the poisoned gaps that were once vigorous

– Muzaffar Ahmed

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