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Hope

When thirst will be quenched 

of the bayonet 

cataclysmal edge dulled, 

Storms will weaken.

.

Thin-skinned beliefs

when unruffled; credulous 

sanity will be free 

from divisive dungeons.

.

Away from quagmire

Of animosity, life

will wade forth 

to the harmonious harbour.

.

From the debris

of dying humanity

will build again with one accord 

realm of endless hopes. 

 

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Dynamo

Written by Roodaba Shah

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