My little caravan chief

He cries for his lost and broken toys.
He asks daily for his father who is abroad.
He thinks of me always as “miss know all”
For him, I am his mother no less then God.
You, my son always make e feel so humble.
Still I get wary, lest I should fumble!
For you I am an inseparable immortal soul,
“You will never die, mom,” so you always say.
I hold your little hands and you take a promise.
“Promise, you will always be with me, whatever may!”
I do not know, how to answer your unending questions,
With the exact content or in jest!
But for sure, you keep me forever on my toes,
Still I love this caravan of life, and this eternal fest.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

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