Tale of a hoarder

He hoarded everything.

From the nib of a pen gifted by his father

To the short pithy tales of a dark night.

He hoarded his achievements in a bag of cotton

And failures in the dingy lanes of his memory box.

He did not let a single shell to be lost,

And those multicolored rocks were integral part of his treasure.

There were crushed petals to be found in midriff of books,

And bells of the anklets of the maiden from the far off land.

Most of all,in abundance were the tears and the giggles,

The childhood dreams and the pitfalls of youth.

Now in the greying dusk of his life,

He has no company it seems.

But ,yet he is never alone,

Lost in the lanes of memories and maze of hoarded things,

He is happy in the selected company he keeps.

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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.

4 thoughts on “Tale of a hoarder


    Beautifully sculptured poem.

    Oh!! how he wish to be a Pharaoh to be buried with gold,
    Also, along with all his treasures untold
    But people will leave him nothing to hold,
    They will bury him in a grave, desolate and cold.

    But still he will look at bank balance till he survives,
    At the swell of that balance, how much pleasure he derives!!
    Till the day, to snatch him, the God of Death arrives,
    His greed for wealth will always be alive!!


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