Vermillion smeared soul

A pious and dutiful wife,
A forsaken soul, very lonely,
Obedience was her biggest virtue,
Submission her biggest drawback.
Married at sixteen,
She was an innocent soul,
A raw girl, she bloomed to a woman,
With the intention of being true and whole.
Moorland but she was found to be,
All her virtues lost their imprints,
Spouse wandered off to rosy plots.
A fruitless bine she was left to die
And when she died a shrunken soul,
Not a sprit to mourn for her,
A sad lightening pitied
And struck her corpse,
Finally to lit her holy pyre.

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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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