Porselvi Roy Poems

The blank white screen
blatantly stares at her
as the labor is on
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The ray of golden sun gently touches
Dewdrops on flower tops of pretty pink
Cool breeze of morn sways away and snatches
The scent of lily blooms on river brink
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Silences sway through
the fulcrum of life
Shades of noumena
Patterns of phenomena
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Enough of deeming her great,
and leaving our lonesome mother
in distress, her soul, heart and body
stifling in a never-ending coal furnace
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