For My Pretentious Suitors Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Walk in the dusk
Cold wintery musk
Frozen to the core
But so much to explore

Barren woods
Brown shivering lands
Full moon nights
Alone I withstand

Sprinkling praises
Showering love
Came like a shooting star
Upturned my quiet world

The Polish is golden
Copper, silver or tanned
Each one of you
Hide the same selfish brand

From this hillock
That overlooks
Deserted lands
I await the survival
Of my own being
My original self.
Nalini