Free Verse
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DURING AN ABSENCE
She still steps out in the mysterious light of dawn,wearing that thing that people wear to the gymwhich hugs her frame too tightlybut clothes are unforgivingand the morning light unappealing She has seen every corner of the street by now,and yet there is nothing to tempt her,nothing to lead her back to sin’s alleys againpeople 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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DEAR MELANCHOLY
(1) You have visited in the past And left your calling card before too But true to your name, you’ve never lingered For too long, perhaps you’re just as scared As I am of you, maybe a bit more But nobody taught me how to treat you When you paid a visit And left your Continue reading
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THE ONSET OF WINTER
According to what I have known Winter is always marked by the gently falling snow And the ever-so-slow rain hammering on the roof But do you remember what you always said to me? You told me that you wouldn’t have it any other way But I have never seen winter marked by your words Or Continue reading
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AT 3 A.M (The hundredth poem)
It seems oddly funny to me That I can love you only at 3 AM When the roads are quiet When the birds have gone to sleep When silence envelopes the streets I find it easier to love you at this time When you’re mildly asleep on the couch And turned away from me and Continue reading
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MY WOODEN BOX
I decided to write this poem On things that you have given me Which I don’t have with me anymore But materialistic or intangible There’s everything inside me now And there’s this wooden box too Which contains both of our souls And the time we exchanged it with each other In return for fame and 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
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REGRET
Regret is a wonderful thing, Coupled with hindsight, Equipped with blame and guilt, It is enough to crush your soul I am in such an abyss, looking for hope Searching for light in the dark Hunting for glory in the past Regretting a move I made with disdain But I believe in a forgiving God Continue reading
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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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MY NAIVE HEART
I had a bad dream Of which you were no part It scared me to see no you But I thought maybe you were asleep Like you always are when I say something Maybe my dreams sensed something Maybe they heard of the gentle clouds crying, But what terrified me the most Was not of Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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