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The headlights blaze, a horn honks, I look at the traffic light, I wait, at a signal, in a traffic jam, stuck. Soldiers storm a university, in a book a dog dies, a girl fights tumors in her ******* the world turns, and in a traffic jam, I remain stuck. Later in the night, in my bed, I lie scrolling Instagram stories follow one another, a quick progression: outrage on an atrocity turns and becomes 40% Sale on a fashion brand, turns and becomes the best biryani in town, turns and becomes a friend at a pub, turns and becomes my office desk, turns and becomes an empty page, turns and becomes a traffic jam, turns and does not become anything, and I remain stuck.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Stuck
Till her scream faded Inside the temple walls She had cried o'er a week And she tried to get help They came and ***** Tore her cloths off And never came kindness She was mere eight Yet they tore her apart She was choked Beaten to death After they satisfied themselves Her body was dropped On the side of the road Bribery shut the cops They never talked about it Let the days fade the scent Did they ever know? The world would know the truth And when it does It'd be their doom
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Little Asifa