The Saddest Queen

With broken heart,
Hands full of shards,
She had lost her sheen
So she decided to be ‘The Saddest Queen’.
Her tears were the deadliest pools.
Her sad enchanting smile a deadly mirage.
She would look at the target who was so happy,
And in a moment he would be groped with pines of sorrow.
and be a sad idol of her growing collection.
On a regular bright sunny day,
Her castle would give out fragrant dark fumes.;
On the day of love
She would make a rare appearance at the roof top.
Her dark manes would be blowing in the wind
And she would fix her teary eyes on a group of fake admirers.
Black crying idols would replace the group.
Once broken hearted she would continue to avenge
Her broken dreams were now the hunting house of the smiles and dreams.;
One thing was for sure,
She was indeed the the saddest queen.

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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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