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Sayona Chatterjee Poem
Let go
Let go of the pain
u have embraced
My girl, u deserve better
Those memories that linger
In your mind
Let them be consumed
By your darkness
Why hold it?
When it hurts
When your tremble
With just the thought
Why let the fear grow?
When u can be so much more
Hold your hands
Let your think
And don't let anyone tell u of your flaws
For you have none
You are gentle like the breeze
You shine like the night sky
That your worth cannot be overshadowed
The why to stand in the dark?
Why let other look at u with pity
Stand up and hold your head high
Let the sky know your name
And let others know your pain
The scars are the proof of your fight
And your very own might
Let your heart be full of pride
Not someone's young bride
Show the world your dreams
And let go of the pain
Let go
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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Sayona Chatterjee Poem
A silent forest, where trees are red
The sky is green, where the animals are dead
I come across a flowing river
The sight enough to make me shiver
A sight of a women so frail and thin
The child in her arm longing the warmth of her skin
The sight unfolded, the flowers all dull
I walked furthermore to find a huge pill of skull
They looked as if they were grinning
Like old friends dinning
The crisp cold wind embraced me
Only to reveal the mirror of the sea
My heart leaped out of my chest
To my horror, a man laid to rest
On top of a glowing crest
I ran out of ink
I guess that is where this horror links
To a dream leading to hell
As the temple rung it's last bell
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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Sayona Chatterjee Poem
A mother by heart, a woman by mind
A dual nature she presents
She is glad to be a mother
But who cares to bother?
That she is also a woman
She also works at home and at work
She wonders her time of peace
Perhaps it was because she never felt
A bit of rest
And a bit of appreciation is what she needs
When you are sick
She is there by your side
A knight in a shinning armor
She cooks like a chef
She sings like a bird
Her melody feels the room
Ringing in your ears
She looks upon herself
Thinking if she is enough
If she is the perfect mother
But her mind seems to beckon her
This mother's day
Let us show our appreciation
And acknowledgement towards her work
After all a mother is a mother
Perfect or not
The perfect healer
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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Sayona Chatterjee Poem
Amidst the clouds in my head
I stood on the edge of the cliff
I shouted one last time
Yet no one arrived
My heart filled with grief
I was about to take a step back
When a voice ringed in my ears
The sweet voice I was used to hear
She sat in the front row
Her chocolate brown skin reminded me of the earth
She glanced at me once perhaps she was shy
An introvert I thought
Later I found out the similarities we shared
We were bonded my friendship
And the rest lies in history
She was there with me
In times of joy and sadness
Her free self
That I watched from close
When I was nervous or so was she
we held hands tightly
I wish to continue such a friendship
That will always remain a part of me
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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Sayona Chatterjee Poem
A room full of regrets
Born out of hatred
A star drowned in darkness
Lost its shine
But it seems fine
Though it has lost the meaning of life
Among all the others
It looks dull
Perhaps like a torn paper
With no value
And no voice to argue
A box closed and thrown away
A mystery land it found in its way
A change of color
It rose from the dumpster
Starting from the very beginning
Alone and all memories pinning
It rose and gained its own light
A star born to fight
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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I am not my father's princess
Nor my mother's lookalike
I am but a warrior, born to fight
In this world where every action counts
The dark misty place, a child of light
A lot to laugh for, a lot to cry for
But all i need is the love for forever and more
A star so bright
Its inner strength full of might
A flower that blooms with dignity
All it waits for is its name written in eternity
All they see is a scar, but the story behind
and her ideals all seem bizzare
She was different
She knew her worth
She wasn't one to shoulder
All the miseries and falter
At last, a warrior is born!
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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The old streets, the old cars
The flowing river that won't stop far
The memories seeking through tears
The old paper ,all tattered and cleared
The music that fills time
The glowing star ,What a divine!
The literature, the song
The jolly old self that never returned
The world dark with humor
The very one that withered
The rose in between the pages
The radiant sun that seeks through the stages
The dancer in an empty stage
All with nothing but courage
The way they knew her
The empty shell that resided
The moon that knew its worth
The earth that breathed life
The tress that now glow with fire
All that now has retired
The pain and wounds of the war
The miseries of the poor
The hunger that dies, withing the souls and the eyes
The braver they were, the lower they dipped into
The depth of the world was hidden in a cage
All that now seemed to be filled with rage
The hatred only knew what it was
The result of the growing cause
Yet lies the little girl
All she knew were few words
Her life in question
Will she falter or answer?
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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Alas! Death has arrived
As I lay on ground and die
It held a bouquet of periwinkle
As my life stopped at its spindle
It reached out my hand
A face of dark as it put his demand
Of my final words
I said I wish to be a bird
It simple smiled
All that was to be denied
And it stood there and said," congrats, u have finished life."
all I spent was as someone's wife
Who knew I existed?
Who knew the dreams I dreamed of?
As I finally took its hand
I said, " Thank you, for coming soon as I leave this land."
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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Sayona Chatterjee Poem
He found the journal on the train
Of a young little girl with no name
He sat there reading through her thoughts
Of dragons and Lions in their mighty roars
Or the golden apple that was caught
Each page filled with dreams
Some fairytales with glorious queens
While other thoughts circled around the naive plots
Then he found her wish of becoming an astronaut
The space and the aliens
And the unknown universe and battalions
The growing thought until he dropped the journal
The last page now jingled
Leaving him with a curios mind
Just like a child and the memories that bind
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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