My lost confidante

When I was a toddler,
I held your hands,
Walked to the childhood and beyond.
I shared my rants
With you my confidante.
The lonely pensive soul in me
Looked up to you for a beam of smile.
The dolls were of course treasured,
But more precious were your words.
My turbulent adolescence
Sailed smoothly whenever you were with me.
Adulthood saw us drifting apart.
I could not tear apart your silence and gloom.
I failed to be what you were to me.
And you left me for the rainbow world.
And I keep missing you,
My lost confidante.

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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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