Best Poems Written by Sreya Dey

My Critics

I shun criticism, sharp or kind
For my soul seeks not to be defined 
My art, my life - a sacred flame
Not meant for judgement, not for fame

Joy escapes when I share my heart,
For the world tears each piece apart 
Yet my spirit longs, it aches, it pleads for a whisper of worth, a balm for needs
Little I knew, as a child, as grown 
That feelings are valid, even unknown 
So I write, I paint, I dare to create,
Not fearing if it's ugly or second rate

Dear Soul, make art- let it be wild,
Be it raw, imperfect, tender, or mild
For Rome wasn't built in a day
Nor is a masterpiece, come what may
Embrace your potential, nurture the spark,
Let it blossom, light up the dark.
Be your own critic, gentle and wise,
For truth lives within, not in others eyes 

A thing from the soul, pure and sincere 
Is a piece of you - precious, clear
Not to be hated, nor judged, nor sold
But to be acknowledged - a treasure untold.

Copyright © Sreya Dey | Year Posted 2025