I am a student of Loreto college, Kolkata and am currently pursuing my graduation in English Literature. I usually write free verse poems..and my poems are just my way of giving vent to my creative instincts. I do not wish to win multitudes of accolades...my poems are merely an expression of my soul. more »
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Aneesha Roy Poems
Today I saw a brilliant red flower Crushed under the wheels of a car. It lay afterward, sprawled on the road, Its floral entrails hideously exposed.
I glanced at you, you At me, each mirroring the
Crimson Rejuvenation(A haiku)
Quaint nothings(A Haiku)
The Greatest Gift (A Haiku)
The greatest gift is A heart brimful of love and
A Midnight Summons
I glanced at the moon in the sky, one dull wintry night, It smiled at me, amid gleaming, blinding light. I was startled. I saw the face of my beloved Floating somewhere near a star's head.
I opened my shuttered window wide, Hoping to soak up the colours outside But to my utter dismay, I realized That nature was not willing to oblige
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Today I saw a brilliant red flower
Crushed under the wheels of a car.
It lay afterward, sprawled on the road,
Its floral entrails hideously exposed.
It lay, crushed, rended, torn, dead
And the guilty whizzed ahead without a care.
No pall of gloom was cast around,
No screams of pain were heard.
No audible whimpers sounded then.
I bent down and picked it up.
I cradled it in my fingers.
I saw a tear, a dewy tear shed for it,
Which lay like a drop of pearl on a
Crimson petal, throned aloft,
Crying in anguish for the death of art,
For the savage ...