Adrija Dey Poems

A smile…
Joy
Miracle
Pleasure
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People call me a dreamer
An imperfect Dreamer
And that is what is I am
The sky does not mean to me the eternal heaven
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When the melting snow turns into spring
And the white swallows heralds the joy
When tulips unfurl tender petals
You will be remembered
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I stand on the stage of life
Draped in a dream
And as I perform I know
I am but the protagonist of my own play
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Paper smoke and alluminium foil,
Leaves that burn your system spoil,
Plastic syringe, needles pierce,
Mom say, Turn back, I say urge.
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Yesterday I died
Shot dead right through my heart
Swept away by the purple tide of life
To a realization ………………
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