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SOMEONE ELSE’S DAUGHTER
(1) Pull me closer or else you’ll get pulled closer In this entanglement of needs, wants and wishes What does your heart see in mine- one that is Entrenched with grime and filled with dust What is it that keeps bringing you back here? Away from your friends and boys your age? (2) In… Continue reading
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A THOUSAND EMOTIONS
Shadows engulf me in this palette of emotions Running over my crab-like existence Till the very end Till I am spent No pent-up rage can define what this means to me No flowers, nor declarations in tomorrow’s paper Uninspiring hope Building a tightrope When you wake up to a thousand emotions Lying empty… 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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DISPUTE
Some people live all their life dreaming While others toil in the mid-afternoon heat Some speak of overcast days and the rain While the others have the world at their feet, Some cry when lost, some shout for relief The others help themselves and their friends Some like Federer while some like Gower The others… Continue reading
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INDIA AT 70- AN IDEA GONE ASTRAY?
India today finds itself at a crossroads: the decision of whether to move ahead with the times by embracing the West or to stay stagnant by sticking to her own convictions has been killing her for quite some time now. But India is no longer that meagre, weak, submissive land of Maharajahs, snake charmers… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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