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Arpita Roy Poem
Let me stay here for a while, for I want to see them all who are crying.
Lament for me when I die.
Not many have I made so close in my years - the ones I did are wishing me a merry life.
I Yearn for you too; the most blissful life. Till you are here you should enjoy being alive.
Wonderful it will be living up there, wonderful it was breathing in here.
Let me stay here for a while, for I will experience eternity in a while; leaving all the ties that urge me stay here, for a while.
Baggage of memories is departing with me; and a piece of me will forever stay in your mind.
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Arpita Roy Poem
Caged soul, what makes you sob.
One fine day you’re free or forever barred.
Wonder why you shed tears;
I have surplus BLISS for all & you; should you ask.
What urges you survive - In awe I am, you subsist or have died.
Unwind yourself, my waif-like soul. Let me seize you there from here.
Unwind yourself for me if you tin.
I am the PARADISE every human should be in.
Hold my hand, you’re free to dream.
Of the shimmering sky that forever gleam,
The unsullied air you could evermore breathe,
Of the mountains you could perpetually reach,
Of the lover with who you could eternally be,
Of the valley at length that takes you to THEE.
Wonder who am I, my elfin soul? I am lone a figment of you UNTIED.
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Started missing schatzi, longing for his next spree;
I owe happiness, schatzi gives me - - -
Moments rise still when schatzi is with me;
Nobody has ever given the peace,
My schatzi brings in me.
We roam like niveous, our likes left unscathed,
Wander in flow, “coup de foudre”- - -
Laughs so childish, you crave‘t see yet more.
Forgives effortlessly, who ‘as a heart of gold.
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Work for your day -
Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave.
Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day.
Laugh off every sting that penetrates -
Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache.
Laugh at the moment for you are the one who for sees your day.
Little seed of wisdom shall be - all grown - on THE day;
With every ounce of endeavor candidly poured TODAY.
Effort in efforts nothing goes in vain -
Such gain is worth all the pain.
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