The last breath

It was ages ago,
when I breathed my last breath.
Since then to this moment,
I live but I am not alive.
The days when I got respect are lost
What All I get is lusty stares and ogling eyes.
It did not stop them when I was A few months old,
It doesn’t stop them even when I am a octogenarian.
How do I stay sane and alive in such a world?
I just pass my days day to day,moment to moment.

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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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