Decked up in morning on my special day,
Couldn’t find usual chirpy beautiful self
Where is my strong assertive being?
What I see in the mirror is a tense shriveled elf.
Has age finally caught up with me?
Or I have lost myself somewhere?
Wrinkled face, lost smile and grace,
Is this what ageing is all about?
Fewer people to stand by me,
Though hundreds to make tall promises,
My thoughts grow pensive as I think,
What more lies in store for me, now,
Every coming and passing day!!!!

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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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