IF IT’S NOT LOVE

Tortured rivers, can you see
Tormented souls trying to be
All they ever hoped to see
Is now awash the eastern sea


When did we become two?

A feeling terribly ripped into
Cries foul with a new-found glee
“A broken heart is all I’ll ever be”


A dream fulfills my nightmares

Who’s now hidden in its layers
Talks of courage and of fear
Shedding a tiresome, lonely tear


What’ll I say when I see you there?

If it’s not love, then what do we share?
Treacherous times to go for the kill
My heart has maybe found the will.

 



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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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