You.

Wake up, move out.

Live to see the things that

Have been sent on earth to please

You of all hearts, you’re  among a million,

Tell yourself that you can love more than you do,

Tell yourself that you can bring back life into the dead.

 

Life is but a string of unending resistance and change,

And it’s up to you to decide, make way and tell

Will that resistance be of love? Or of hate?

You are quite aware of all these things.

You’re both the creator, and the

Destroyer as well, You know

That it is but a false loop.

And yes, You are me

As I am you.

 

 



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Mohul Bhowmick

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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