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No eyes remained in the eyes
No ember remained to get fire from it
I felt shy to ask,
To borrow a drop of hope,
Hello, Zakir Fakhri, hello!
Among the voices your voice is strange,
Your inspiration, your desire is strange
Your breath in your chest is strange
What you have written are colorless words,
Hello, Zakir Fakhri, hello!
What the eyes see is terrible
Come on, a poor man,
If you can survive through this terrible,
“What was said it had happened to you”
I am a disabled body, cut arm,
Hello, Zakir Fakhri, hello!
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