My Boy Of Nine

My boy of nine,
is surviving just fine.
Despite the label put on him,
he smiles and shines.
He enjoys the frolic too,
Yes,he stares,
but when he is interested.
He cries and shouts
When he is angry and disgusted.
Above all,He allows me to hug often
and hugs back a lot…
Doesn’t matter,Autism or not,
He will remain my son,a loving tiny tot.

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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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