Last vestige of sanity

The last vestige of sanity,
a dry tear in his eyes.

He saw the growling barbarity,
trying to tear the innocence
and the virginity of a child with their lusty paws.
The age did not matter to them,
from months old to any number of years will do,
what mattered was satisfying the itch,
the hunger of their organ
and leaving the object to die.

He lifted the humanity breathing its last,
The tears in his eyes froze.

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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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