ON THE EDGE

Push me till the point of no return
Fires of change making my insides burn
Death ahead of me and reality behind this
Which leads to carefree abandon and bliss.


What is a life that never tried to live?

Losing itself in its timeless quest to forgive
I can smell death closing in but not yet
There are a thousand desires still to be met


These are tough times living on the edge

Not enough time to go back to that pledge
Yard by inch, I lose my grip
What was that secret my heart let slip?


It’s within touching distance, I know 

But what if I choose to let go?
I can almost see that victorious view
But what if I don’t really want to?

 



2 responses to “ON THE EDGE”

  1. Well written.

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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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