Afzal Moolla


Walk with me,

in this lonely world,

where hearts are casually broken,

and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,

on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,

and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.

Smile with me,

as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,

and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,

but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.

This is a pen...


Afzal Moolla was born in Delhi, India while his parents were in exile, working as political exiles against Apartheid in South Africa. He then traveled wherever his parent’s work took them, spending time in Egypt, Finland, and Iran.  Afzal works and lives in Johannesburg, South Africa.

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