beloved inamorata

Sometimes, I passed the time of the day with you,

But you, silently, slipped inside your home;

Somehow my impatient heart, still, got it through,

A sweet longing made my thirsty eyes roam;

This unrequited love with a token of gratitude,

Day and night, sneaking in my soul’s loam;

The post is written in response to ‘Thursday photo prompt – Token’ Hosted by Sue Vincent

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a 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 compliancy urged her to put down the impressions on her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures trying new recipes along with her kids or crafting. She describes her self 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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