THE DAWN

Time escapes with fleeting dreams,
Another day is gone,
Bringing along false sunlight it seems
That here is the dawn.


Heart beats wildly against the chest

Wanting to flee,
Miniscule part of this eternal quest
But it saves me.


Light is blinding, the darkness tragic

Asks what you see,
Spinning past you its astounding magic
Does it set you free?


Beholding here its unstoppable force

Is pain in the way?
You shout till your voice gets hoarse
Ignoring it anyway.


So how is this thing called love spelt?

Is it really a verb?
Was it a thing your heart once felt,
Your soul once heard?


How do you bear this hedonistic flood

Do you play along?
This street is now filled with the blood
Of those who went wrong.



2 responses to “THE DAWN”

    1. Haha not quite as good as yours but thanks bhaiya!

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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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