TELL ME IT’S LOVE

Endless desire, and a meaningless game
When will we admit that we’ve felt the same
It’s not about from where this feeling came
Never meant to be but let this soul be shamed


You touch me and it feels like I’ve been set on fire

I have surpassed this mortal land, I’m going higher
The streets are now filled with people who’ve lost
And yet you say that we’ll make it at any cost


So tell me, oh tell me, tell me it’s love

Let me even say it to the Gods above
There’s some distance that’s yet to be
Covered but somehow we’re meant to be


Rivers to be crossed and battles to be waged

We’ve made this world ours which we enraged
You could breathe life into any lifeless heart
Remnants of a past uncovered and torn apart

 

Lay your head beside mine
And tell me that it’s all fine
Love me when there’s still time
It’s been a long night.

 



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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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