SOMETIMES I CRY

When the day is over,
And the sun sets
I come out of hiding


It is dark around,

Darker than the black I wear
But dark is what I seek


I have forgotten joy

Learnt to embrace hatred
If I can’t, you can’t too


Sometimes I cry

Overburdened by my failings
As son, friend and lover


I see the walls closing in

And the devil calls me
I scream- to no avail


Fear envelopes me

And cuts me into half
Till my spirit is broken


Sometimes I cry

Losing sleep over perfection
My flaws haunting me


Sometimes I cry

Terrified of the feasibility
Of my private morality

 

 

 



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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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