On World AIDS Day

A victim of self

Failing health, dipping spirits
Once done error in past,
Or punishment for being innocent!
A crime of passion?
Or just a peer pressure dose…
Casual brush with that proved to be too close.
As the realization dawns,
She becomes an outcast.
Caught in lonely strides,
Can’t help but reflect on past.
With flushed out future
And so very dismal present,
All the dreams crowded in her heart,
Just die one by one,
As painfully she breathes her 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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