The white sheet of sadness

As white as the snow that haunts the valleys
As cold as the death that numbs oneself.

My heart is devoid of feelings
And waits for a hidden single tear.
My heart has broken like shards of glass
And blood yet does not ooze out,
Not even a drop.

I wait for the pain to hit me
Hard like a thunder,
And may be then showers of tears will follow.
But,I am numb.
All is over,my heart has accepted,
And it has no strength to fight.
So,it is cold,
shrivelled like a snow covered dying plant.
Counting days to breathe its last.


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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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