Reema Roy
By Reema Roy
You can read my poems at ReemaRoy.com
Reema RoyJan 18, 2021
You are Free, Love !
An unrequited love
You are…. I know,
I loved you more and more,
I did…. even though
I am not to have you
ever….. I know. Read more at reemaroy.com
Say NO to him!
Finally, finally, I said no to him !
Tired of being indifferent to things that matter,
Sick of keeping up with his constant clatter,
Finally, finally, I said no to him.
The Almighty and Us !
Bright a day will arrive,
Life again will arise
from the slumber of despair,
To regain, rebuild, repair,
that is lost, that is doomed,
to death’s fury as earth fumed;
Yet, unless the lesson is learned,
Godspake
A Woman, a God’s Child
You the charming, you the strong,
You the mighty, fighting wrong,
Oh Woman, Oh Woman,
You are…. Inspiration, adulation
of such a huge throng !
You the good, you the bad,
You too human, and can be mad,
Oh Woman, Oh Woman,
You can…. feel whatsoever,
Ecstatic or sad !
You can scream, you can shout,
You can cry, you can flout,
Oh Woman, Oh woman,
You must…. Dream to act,
And give them all a clout !”
And a Lovely Morning
hand in hand we walking,
Love in the air,
breeze on the hair,
Emotions in eyes
and cloudy black skies…
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Heartless and Ruthless
Heartless and Ruthless, that’s how he was. Relentless, limitless, my love it was. Truthless, Meaningless, words they were. Helpless and hopeless, left me there. www.ReemaRoy.com
A Tale of All Cities
Glittering, glimmering,
with promises of tomorrow,
Houses massive,
yet minds are so narrow,
Like death it feeds,
Sparing behind no sorrow.
Inflated egos and desires
and peace you can’t borrow.
Still millions come,
on each and every morrow.
The streets become home,
with hopes of tomorrow,
yet some eyes dare to dream,
for a better tomorrow!
Sitting in Her Room Alone
Me And My Misery
Me and my misery,
have been there,
when you said you don’t love me anymore.
Me and my misery,
were present,
when you were loved, cared and cherished galore.
Me and my misery,
now only implore,
what, oh what else, could I have done more?
Me and my misery,
now live…. in me,
even though…… I am too sore !
Author: "I write words, poems, epigrams. It's how the world makes sense to me. Thx for reading, I love u for that." You can read my poems at ReemaRoy.com