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The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love.Akif Kichloo
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What if the poem loses? What if it never tastes victory like the intent it was written with?Akif Kichloo
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That window which connects youto the agony of other people;that’s your soul. Close that window and you are soulless. And a soulless man is vestigial. He hears but cannot listen. He sees but cannot notice. And everyone knows:when eyes and ears become jobless, We look for excuses. We hear angels and devils speak. We confabulate. We make up godsand lick their feet.– SuperstitionsAkif Kichloo