Faith Shaken

I was dreaming in silence
A wave of division woke me up
The wave was concocted
The wave was fabricated
The wave changed everything
From religion, politics, traditions and faith
The wave said you were misled
The wave said you were mistaken
Ah! my faith is no more the way it was
and The wave is responsible for this….

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Shaib Mohd Gani Talangam Pulwama Kashmir 192301 Msc Microbiology From Bangalore University MA Education from University of Kashmir Worked as Assistant Professor at The Islamic University of Science and Technology Awantipora Kashmir Presently Pursuing Research In Microbiology From Rayalaseema University Kurnool Hyderabad.Writing is my passion.
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Preeti
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A deep philosophy hidden in such subtle lines…awesome!

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