Soumili Roy
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It's always the art-felt pastel in your eyes; damning the curser and raising the right.
- 2020 - The TerrorSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 248 readsThis is not the end, 2020, it will not be the end after all.Abstract
- MonsoonSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 57 readsCranberry sauce stains the wide spikes Of the sky–calming the tides scuttlingAbstract
- Me: An InsurgentSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 24K readsMy therapist has long hair, sturdy and a, Kept face that, Enunciates dead..Abstract
- SHOTSSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 278 readsThree shots, I am fullFantasy
- 6,500 LanguagesSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 894 readsAnd, I'm scattered fragments of Yet another mirror my trembling hands droppedAbstract
- Mother: A RebelSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 755 readsShe was fourteen and wanted gallant falls, To fear her reign.Drama
- CitySoumili Roy · 2 min read · 413 readsThe poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy place.Abstract
- Death?Soumili Roy · 2 min read · 190 readsDeath is the beauty, Death is the beginning...Drama
- Not Romantic AnymoreSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 275 readsThis state is bloodshed eyes, exhausted bodies And dying minds of the prison. This state dedicates Grecian architecture, But not once our songs, origami or prayers.Abstract
- We Ain't AfraidSoumili Roy · 2 min read · 423 readsNo, no love We can't be afraid of the sixth And the last sin Envy, and your pride The lesbian yesterdayDrama
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