Rhyming Verse
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AT HOPE’S END
Do you still sob as you recall the night When death told you an elaborate lie? It didn’t visit nor did it set the stage alight But instead became the darkness in your eye When was the last time you cried out of fear? When did you hear of courage and hope? It’s ironic Continue reading
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THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
The man I see in the mirror today Has miscalculated fate and scuffled his way Looking inwards to a life full of grey As his struggles finally come to stay The man in the mirror is being led astray The man I see in the mirror on this day Has let his sins arrive and Continue reading
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THE HOUSE MY MOTHER LEFT
What goes on in my mother’s mind, When she passes by 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Does she remember the time she fell off the Banyan Or the time she stood unperturbed in the heat? What does my mother go through When she thinks of 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Do the teenage ecstacies come flooding 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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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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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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POISON
They say that you are not good for me, With your cautious lips and dewy eyes. And those soft hands that set me free, Leaving me guileless as I chase this prize. They say that you are like the cloudy skies, And I will take too long to understand That your cautious lips and dewy Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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