Haunted by sorrow’s echo and solitude’s embrace, Mohini delves into life’s tapestry, questioning the threads of hardship woven into our journeys, only on Different Truths.
Heart full of sorrow Arms full of solitude Lips sealed in silence Eyes sore with tears Heartbeat stale I walk this walk Of Suffering I talk this talk Of misery For God-made-man To suffer and die Perhaps a tool for His joy? Man’s destiny is suffering. God’s will is man’s suffering So, suffer we may, Till the end of times Hack our hearts into pieces Happiness is only a mercy In the court of His Majesty Poor man Poor, suffering, sinfully anatomized.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Mohini Awasthi, a 24-year-old poet from Lucknow, has completed her graduation and post-graduation from the University of Lucknow. Currently, she is pursuing her PhD in English from Indira Gandhi National Open University. In the poems, she attempts to capture the social sadness that the world has presented to her. She is on her way to understanding this world and its nuances. Her writings vent her bitter-sweet life.





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