Waiting for the Epistle

She waited with unabated lashes,
Countless breaths poured into nothing.
The arrival of the imminent,
Happened never for Her.
The penned down letters,
Probably got washed away in pools of tears.
And the soiled paper was bundled off into bin.
But She waited,
Only to receive a telegram of final departure,
Placed near her epitaph.

*Footnote :-

I wrote this poem after teaching the chapter The letter,from textbook of class tenth.

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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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