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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Like a dew to the pasture
Like a bee to the flower
And like a dream to the sleep
You came to my cheeks
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The ray of poetry
With its calm and cool light
Came to me like a
Drop of sweet honey
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I get you again
You reach me again
After a few days
I can feel your presence
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Why are you silent
Your silence can make
Horrible noises in me
I am afraid of your silence
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Nobody except me
Never find the value of your presence
Because now I miss you
Miss you a lot as far as sky
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Like a rhythmic music
Flows your sound through my ears
Heart beats with its beat
Tears vanished with its feather touch
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Hate some one is easier.
Easier than loving some one.
Detest some one is more.
More than accede some one.
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