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THE DARKNESS OF THESE DUST CLOUDS
May the darkness of these dust clouds hovering above us be soaked to the bone While unveiling light from its shrouds that we had managed to outdo alone. This battle will be won for sure but hope is at a scarcity now Nothing like this has befallen us before nor will we in the Continue reading
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THE DEATH OF SANTA CLAUS
He’s been bed-ridden for a week, But he doesn’t show his pain, Hiding doesn’t come easy, The man in the red suit has never had it harder, His kids down at the North Pole Post Office Have often told him to go easy but, The chest pains he’s had do not go away quickly And Continue reading
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STRENGTH
Maybe we don’t speak tonight, Using just our eyes to decipher another language, Our code for “Who’s stronger between the two of us?” Maybe it’s just from another realm. We speak while we’re shivering, And while we’re too twisted to even think straight, The power to evade this fate has escaped from my reach, We Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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