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
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. View more posts
Beautiful poem
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Very nice 💜
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I am afraid, it is. I appreciate your view, Sue. Thank you so much for dropping by.
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Lovely and sad, Smita.
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