Struggle
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The Man Who Belonged On Earth
Now that the words are in the open,Reason and logic bent and broken,What were the words you could have spoken? Had life cheated you in disguiseAnd left you weeping for the highs,Would the tears have fallen from your eyes? All that there is, is what seems to be-In the great ruse of perspicuity-Much less than Continue reading
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TOO SOON IT’S CHRISTMAS
The fire is burning with a flame so redthat time stops ticking inside your head.Your soul has not known nor been so aglowand your body’s never seeped inside the snow.When you know that Christmas is up ahead,the days of pain seem to be of long ago. Love has found another meaning this timeadding more vertices Continue reading
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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
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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