Spriha Roy Poems

In the moonlit night;
She resides.
In the darkness;
She hides her weakness.
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In a world warm outside, yet within, it's icy cold,
Why this paradox, untold?
Can you answer why?
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Staring at her, as if she is the devil,
But she is nothing compared to the real evil.
The evil, which drowned her,
In the sea of a bloody massacre.
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In your next birth,
May you see her worth.
For all she wanted was all,
That she could take to the world above.
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No shoulder to cry on,
No one to help her go on.
That's how she grew,
With love and warmth, quite few.
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It's been a while,
She has had a real smile.
All her life, she was the one to sacrifice,
She did so in hope that it would suffice.
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Silence so deafening,
Along with the reality, which is painfully stinging.
The truth lay hanging,
Yet she went by without noticing.
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Love so beautiful,
It can be deceitful.
Pure love is fictional,
For, nothing in this world is rational.
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