Rosna Roy Poems

I used to ask me that Who am I?
Now I got it from my
My own mind
It tells me secretly that
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I want to cry loudly
Iam tired of this silent weeping
My pillows are the only listeners
Who wipe my tears on cheeks
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My dream...dream
It doesn't know my name
But it called me.
It doesn't know my colour
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Millions of memories are there in my tiny but vast mind
If it's are hard or soft
Few of my memories are big tragedies in my life
But there are most sweety moments in the tragedies also
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Today solitude acts as the most
Powerful and striking word to me.
I doesn't felt anything strange to be alone
Because I love my loneliness
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Broken heart with its horrible beats
Overflowing tears in eyes
Shivering lips without words
Brain become vague by the questions
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Candle..
One of the big SACRFICE ever I seen
It melts for others
Gives its light for others
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Sky
The vast sky far as the
Vastness of ocean
May be dark clouds accompanied with it
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Expectations about new class
May be the inspiration
During every vacation of
Each pupil including me
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There isn't any ray of smile in my lips
My mind didn't permit it to smile
Because my mind is weeping silently
Silence is my energetic and powerful violence
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