literature poetry writing


You said he doesn’t adore me,
Like you do every morning.
Like your favourite book, you read.
Every page has my story,
The words are like my glory,
Beautifully entangled.

You asserted you’ll do anything
And he did nothing,
But make my day, miserable.
All I did was adoration,
Craving his devotion.
And that’s enough.

What if I don’t want to be yours,
And bestow all my love
And never felt empty?
All these years I never felt vacant,
But all in love.
He is my home, my stability
My clearance at times,
And all the sensation, which make me feel divine.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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