Forms of poetry
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If I Could Tell You
The story I shall tell you is one of defeat, And of times I struggled to find my feet. I’ve gone against all odds and met them head-on, But when I woke up my dream was gone. The result is shocking but it’s nothing new, It would be so much easier if I could tell… Continue reading
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TRY
You have failed enough times, you’ve got up more Withstanding the rain, you’re drenched to the core You have learnt that your caged soul has no home You remember that they took a century to build Rome The flag is well down, your heart has lost its way And now that everything seems so dull… Continue reading
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AN ABHORRENT IDEA
Pushing her books and hair out-of-the-way, Advancing like it was just another day, She looks up to see the clouds of despair meet, Looks down to her soul that she can never cheat. A harrowing existence brought to life by hate, But there’s no way that she can escape her fate, It’s written in the… Continue reading
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POISON
They say that you are not good for me, With your cautious lips and dewy eyes. And those soft hands that set me free, Leaving me guileless as I chase this prize. They say that you are like the cloudy skies, And I will take too long to understand That your cautious lips and dewy… Continue reading
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DRIVE YOU HOME
Long after the Sun has set, And the waves have crashed and met, Whenever you’re in any doubt, Know that you won’t have to shout, I’ll be here to drive you home. Long after your legs have given way, I won’t care if it’s night or day, When you’re tired and feel like you’ve had… Continue reading
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THE DEAL
A young man set out with his parents in his Audi, Looking for a prospective bride, They had searched all town but found nobody, To fulfill their distinct needs inside. The process seemed serious and just, And it delivered all the same, The man wanted someone he could trust, His parents wanted a girl who… Continue reading
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EVERYBODY KNOWS
Everybody knows that the world is crumbling, But they are all attached to the string. That they are all tied to with their egos bound, But to help you, see, there’s now no one around. They all know that the earth is on fire, But no one’s willing to walk down the wire, With… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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