Irfan Habeeb A M K Biography

Your silence is a wall
That I cannot break through
Your words are a drought
That parches my soul
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Through the fissures of the ancient gate
I hear the echoes of the bygone days
I hold the relics of the faded age
I stitch the fragments of the lost page
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The world speaks
But only whispers
Inaudible to the restless
Only the still can listen
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I crave a spark of optimism
A flash of brightness in the gloom
Of our land ripped by conflict and rage
Where doom is the common doom
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Sometimes I act, and then I rue
The choices that I made
Sometimes I freeze, and wish I knew
The chances that I trade
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