The roving eye

Literal tramp are my eyes,
Always in search of a charming face.
Even a good heart will do.
But mostly they seek out a wandering soul.
One who doesn’t want to stay for long.
After all variety is spice of my life.
A maverick or crazy mind is even better.
I can expect the unexpected.
A loner is my heart.
But when it needs a partaker to its long stretched night,
My roving eye does the task.

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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.

6 thoughts on “The roving eye

  1. shamsher

    A pleasant poetic array seeding the mountains of possibilities and it’s infinite colors and shades through the windows of one’s eyes , though a deeper pain exists somewhere between the verses. An enthralling attempt by the author.

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