he died

He died
Many times
Lamentably, not of love
But of hatred and despondency
A dance riveting beyond belief
Far and away compelling I had ever seen
Abided by a threnody of passionate rancour
In the heart of abyss


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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