The lonely butterfly

By choice or in its whims,
She fluttered all by herself.
Moving far and wide,
from sniffing a bud to tasting the flowery petal,
She glowed in her charm,
in love with herself.
She didn’t want a rival to her attention,
She was the chosen one for Herself.

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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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