Shouvik Roy Poems
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Today, I walked not
but swam past wounded fish,
That crawl on the hard waters of life.
I swam, nonchalantly carefree; for I was drugged
with a scent unknown, which had my senses blown,
Thus I swam, with eyes closed whilst
millions of wounded fish crawled past me,
But there was no blood to see.
Just misery gushing out of their gills.
Yet nonchalant, I swam,
breathing in the scent I swam.
Shoving them aside,
With a mood light, I swam.
The harder I swam, the stronger got the scent,
Then I reached the dead end,
But the mother of the scent was ...
Without Your Permission
"You are riding on my nerves"
You say, and push me away
With your hands so divine,
But little did you know,
Those firm hands of yours,
With the bright yellow sunshine in them
Was aiding me through the dark
Without your permission