Spilled Ink
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A SONG OF LONGING
Whenever I hear the lark singing And see the sun wake up to another fight There is something that draws me in And something that repels me They are both present in identical measures And they’re equally powerful, Now bedraggled, tired and weary This soul of mine is looking for company It achieved tranquillity when 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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