The untold story

Caught in contours of his visage,
are countless vestiges of numerous untold tales.
Memoirs of dreams who died without unfolding,
And saga of valiant efforts of expression in absence of verbal tones.
They called him taciturn and some called dumb,
None had patience or sense of pry to wonder,
Why the lips did not utter,when eyes told volumes.
just assuming he had nothing to say,
They left him lost in his abandoned world.

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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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