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Robots
Yehezkiel Faoma

“Thanks.” The word lingered long after the boy closed the door behind him. The lady stirred in her chair, drinking in the citrus hue of the evening sun splattered upon these four walls, the warmth behind her neck. Echoes of his footsteps faded from the university halls, even as he crossed her mind again, arriving on her doorstep when they first met.
He had been nothing more than a slip of paper with “Low attendance and participation” ticked and stamped – another depressive case. Then the door had gently opened, revealing a pair of milky eyes and straight lips on a stoic face that looked down ever so slightly. He’d struggled through the small talk, frantically searching the floor for words to fill the silence she left behind.

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Sunset over Sri Lanka
Nethmie Dehigama

A golden veil descends like a silk chiffon saree
Illuminating a busy island.
A provocative relucence of white walls, black hair and brown skin
Seems to shimmer into being.
Not many notice, No.

The softness replaces
The seemingly incessant rays of fire
As the sun sets into slumber
Humbly from its zenith.

The veil flutters,
And now in its place
Is a gentle, frangipani light
Embracing our world

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Fragmented Glass
Lee Sheen Yee

Trust is as fragile as glass:
One moment it stands brightly in its splendid demeanor;
Yet when it is broken,
Shattered,
Cracked,
Fear envelopes the mind and soul to be apprehensive to
Its sharp edges that can make one bleed generously,
Where the heart suffers,
oh, so much pain.
But wait, isn’t it the same glass
That one used to admire?
Now, only to be seen with so much heartache.

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Sit Down, Kafka, My Friend!
Zulfikar Haidar

The book fell down, as I rolled over in bed
What’s this tale about? Thought I in awe,
Kafka smiled, from the back cover in red
A prophecy, my friend! Disguised and raw.
Did the magician knew the secret lore?
They call him Murakami, a saint by pen,
He pushed you, Oh Kafka, on the shore
Tell me- what’s the truth, still hidden.
Morphosis indeed, what we witness at least
Meta or whatever, you decide, my friend!
The book fell down, as I rolled over in bed
What’s this tale about? Thought I in awe,

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