Poetry
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He was like the mountains he grew up admiring, Shallow on face but miles concealed beneath. Quietly in the shadows, cruelly watched by time, He was like the Sun- vast but deep underneath. She was almost like the empyrean sunbeams, Floating above the rays of light which couldn’t cope, Weaving her story through countless… Continue reading
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Pigeon In The House
Once upon a time, not too long ago, I had a small pet pigeon- he was a little fat, though. He used to come through my window sill, sit on its perch, Every day he’d be there, you didn’t have to search! He spoke all day of its deeds from the past, Things which… Continue reading
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Homecoming Of A Hero
The crowd cheered, the applause was loud But it was lost in the distant melee The hero was going away again His mother cried, for what knew she? He tried to remain calm, She always saw him off the same He knew he couldnt turn back As his tears came down again. He wouldnt cry,… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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