Diya Guha Roy Poems

Tainted and tired he uttered the holy words
The meanings subdued with the fatigue of mind,
But of others, and not him, of may be of both.
There he stood beside the pool of crimson
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There are times when I look into the chaos in my mind
The torments generated by the currents of life
The inconceivable complexity arising from the non-compliance
Of societal norms, which surrounded my being amidst the mass
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