Jan 2018
They hear the crescendos,
All the highs and the lows,
Never do they notice
That I–
Am a soulless piece of music.
The hurt, and the dirt
On my feet and my shirt.
Never do they notice,
It ends–
Even before it all begins.
© Ali Qureshi
All the highs and the lows,
Never do they notice
That I–
Am a soulless piece of music.
The hurt, and the dirt
On my feet and my shirt.
Never do they notice,
It ends–
Even before it all begins.
© Ali Qureshi
Been on a long hiatus,
might just be gone for a while again.
Who knows?
might just be gone for a while again.
Who knows?
(Pakistan)
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