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Reema Roy

Reema Roy

By Reema Roy

"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
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The Almighty and Us !

Reema RoyJan 18, 2021

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00:48
You are Free, Love !
Feb 25, 202101:05
An unrequited love
Feb 07, 202100:49
Say NO to him!

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.

Jan 30, 202101:00
The Almighty and Us !

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,

Jan 18, 202100:48
Godspake
Dec 10, 202001:30
A Woman, a God’s Child

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 !”

Nov 24, 202001:04
And a Lovely Morning
Nov 07, 202000:50
Heartless and Ruthless

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

Nov 01, 202000:36
A Tale of All Cities

A Tale of All Cities

This city……
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!
Oct 10, 202000:37
Sitting in Her Room Alone
Sep 30, 202000:56
Me And My Misery

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

Sep 30, 202000:34
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