The savage gone beserk…

I shriek and shout,
I just loiter around.
I want to shake the people
And want to see them tremble.
I kick open the doors,
I burst open my clogged pores.
I dig at my open wound,
And then gaze at sally of blood.
I see myself in front of me
I love to make small talks with me.
I see my apparition and smile,
I laugh with myself with delightful glee.
The burning desires of heart,
Take away my mental peace.
I become a savage on rampage,
Trying to crash at my prison doors.

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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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