sonia roy Poems

The soft touch of the gentle gold
The expansiveness of the early eve.
The gradual setting of the violet
over blue.
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The quintessence of life,
Without which you cannot vibe,
The share of the blessed one,
Without which you are undone.
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Who knew, you might have known;
The rippling rivers, the brackish stones-
The rising sun, the running fawn,
The drizzling rains and the chirping birds.
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A small bird lived in
a big palatial house.
There lived a small boy
with his parents.
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Now that the two worlds
are separated
The smaller world
is in the eternal wait-
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A small lump is gradually formed
Inside the secured muscular walls.
The slow formations of the limbs, heart and lungs
With which one's feelings gradually excites.
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Light gives one might
It is the strenght to fight
It ushers in new life
In it we get a novel sight.
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The chandeliers of the noctural hour
Its distended sparks send
A sweet temptation-
In one's bosoom.
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I was in darkness
shievering with fear.
No one was there
except a firm hand.
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When you were there with me,
The crowd was obliviating.
The aroma of your presence
was so engrossing.
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