Poem
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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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THE MEANING OF PUJA
The breeze is light and the leaves now fall Concealed within the dark, that’s not all When the noises of Puja seek some sound Just as the gale blows wildly all around The smell of the fragrant Shiuli in bloom Flowing across every door and every room Letting you know that Puja is on its… 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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PARENTAL GUIDANCE
And when mama elephant asked her little one “Why don’t you spread your big ears and fly? The sun has set and the day will soon be done Look at Mr Eagle’s son- how he soars so high!” Daddy dog took his little one to school And asked to have a word with the… 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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