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Studios
Over crafting the voice
The words
Sailing the vibe of
Live the “laugh”
Somewhere
Heard on the empty streets
Of a wounded city
Of inhumane.

Are we playing deaf ?
To the rest of the sound of
Amplified screams
Far from the cities of
Where studios not found
Neither TVs..
What seems is all real
Even blood dripping is real
As real as any movie scene
In a theatre of chilled, cold heart’s chamber
How gruesome may it be
To the eyes of Blind, who see..
Nothing but himself and his well being!.

Their story might be
Left in a pile of
A very tremendous of any director’s work
Dusted and corrupted
Inward and outward Will soon be laid in peace..

Aiman Qadeer