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Purity in crafted arts

When time just collapses and stands still, Reality shadows all laughter with haunted chill I just feel that I should walk and walk … Till the mosque awaits, not a further talk. You keep on talking about writing on the wall I see a clumsy nagging dirty pain, standing rigid and tall Pure scripture keeps shining still, the innermost surreal call Why bother to alter the calligraphy? Invalid try after all. Softer tones utter each word in a pure divine way All that was confusing gradually get vanished away Look there! Out there on the far-reaching greenery …. Little souls are building heaven with crafted archery. (A gifted poem to Austin Poetry Society)

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