Slowly, I am coming to terms with your refusal,

Aargh! This devilish torture, so brutal!

Languidly, packing all my belongings

Shuffling away with a heavy heart

My eyes peeled for apple tart…

My beloved you’re just a pie in the sky

Alas! in the wilderness I am left to cry

My heart, a migratory bird…

A boring and frumpish nerd…

Wings it’s way to a newer horizon…🕊

The post goes to ‘three things challenge #292‘, Pensivity101.

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. 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 with her kids.

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