THIS MEANS WAR

The bugle has sounded, the treaty is signed
Remnants of the past and future combined
Screaming from the gallows of yesterday
The deep, hallowed wounds will always stay
You’ve defeated them all but do you know why
You cant see the man in the mirror in the eye?


They are not whom you set out to vanquish

Who set the dogs and laughed at your anguish
It’s easy to get carried away in this race of life
A slog over mid on’s not a way out of this strife
And please remember what you are fighting for
The battle lines are drawn, so this means war


No fight is ever going to be pretty, that is clear

Mohul, it’s going to hurt but you’re going near
So I see that fear is back or did it never leave?
Make a choice as to either die trying or achieve
I hope you remember what you are fighting for
It’s you against the world, and this means war.

 



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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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