Soliloquy

by Mohul Bhowmick

Anguish

7 Oct 2018

A LETTER TO AN AILING DAUGHTER

You’re reading this now on your dimly lit hospital bed Where I never dreamt of setting up a home for you Life has a cruel way of making triumph and disaster look alike And as I shed another invisible tear in your presence There is a bucket-load of this yet to come Whatever you have Continue reading

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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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