My drunken stupor

I swooned over my sleeping partner,
An evening of passion had ended in delirium.
The partner snoring hard was unaware,
I was searching for my lost inkling of self.
The girl lost in throes of conflagration,
was trying to find sense of loss of oneself.
Still bound in chains of longing,
I was still murmuring the chants of yearning,
Refusing to accept that the night was over,
I lulled myself to fitful bouts of sleep.

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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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