unload me

To believe that everyone’s complete..
Let everyone hold opinion
Allow each to bloom in their own truth
But lord, move away those who ever
Come forth to connect from these places
Make way for only those
who meet at the place of quiet and peace
Wash away those disguising contempt as smile
Shadows of malice lurking in their silence
Who wield their intent as a spear dipped in poison
Vectors of disease
That’s theirs.

Let in only those who are evolved enough
To bring me their calm acceptance,
And appreciation for all who I am
So that there is room for us to connect
Without that, the ‘presence’ is only a toxic load
Unload me, Lord.
Let there be laughter.
Let songs emerge.
Let there be family.
Hoof with mirth.

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Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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