along the banks of time,
whirling through the passing years,
clinging to futile scribbles set in rhyme,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,
clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,
trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.
flung aside for no discernible crime,
my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised and covered in grime,
I stagger ashore, alone,
embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
Afzal Moolla was born to exiled South African parents engaged in the struggle against Apartheid in South Africa.
He currently lives and works in Johannesburg.
Can relate to that immigrant/refugee trap.
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