The Innocent Sacrifice

Shimmer on the face
Real feelings lost in the painted version
Of early adulthood .
They enact the dreams of us
Killing their childhood
In front of camera lights.
By choice arrive a few
For ambition of parents
To fulfill their childhood dreams
Most are forced.
Forced to don the false attire
To cry laugh and shuffle the inner fire.
Too tired yet performing
Thumping fatigued heart
Beating on beats of someone else.
Winner or losers
Their innocence gets sacrificed
At the altar of adult grown vanity.

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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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