Death
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In memoriam: Dr Manmohan Singh and Shyam Benegal

It is with immense sadness that one notes the passing of two stalwarts of India – former prime minister Dr Manmohan Singh (born 1932) and filmmaker Shyam Benegal (born 1934) – this past week. Continue reading
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ESCAPE
When days pass you by in a blur,And weeks zoom in and out of scene,Reminding me of what we were,They take me back to where we’d been. How do you feel in the place you are in?Does the endless pain ever subside?Do your veins throb from within?Every rule of Life by which we abide. Your Continue reading
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ON TURNING TWENTY-TWO
Where is the joy that was seen yesterday?Where is the sunlight peeking through?Why is it that I am still left with hell to pay,When to my God I’ve just bidden adieu. From now on what will life look like?Will the sun still rise tomorrow?It hides away from me lest I strike,Seeking an end to this Continue reading
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IF RAIN IT MUST
(In the memory of Irrfan Khan) If rain it must on your snowy peaks when the wind stopped howling into the gale and turned the golden precipices into white, you remained unmoved, untouched by the fanfare that had enveloped us lesser mortals who only had a tiny idea about what you were trying Continue reading
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A NIGHT AT THE GRAVEYARD
We stand apart, hands on thighs There’s a visible nip in the air There’s so much to say yet we relinquish the chance As if its mere existence has scared us in advance and the wind gently tousles your hair. There have been lots of dreams made That found their place ultimately here Yet, Continue reading
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THE DEATH OF A YOUNG DOG
A puppy was struck dead on the motorway early one morning After having been hit by a politician’s car A Land-Cruiser cruising at an unsuitable speed The young spaniel was following his mother and two brothers Across the motorway, when the mist blinded him And the Land-Cruiser came up on him too soon SMACK! Concluding Continue reading
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SHADOWS OF CONTINUANCE
So what will you say of Mrs Das down the street Who contracted a cancerous tumour on her throat And passed away last month You tell me to eat my greens, mum I surmise that Mrs Das might not have had a lot of them But is it fair for someone to lose their life Continue reading

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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