My Irreplaceable Sorrow

My Irreplaceable Sorrow

Constantly being patted on right hand,
It was spring, yet all I could see was a barren land,

My anhedonia, my 4 year old couldn’t relate,
For only my God knows, where have I lost his mate,

Few years ago, all rhymes were live on my walls,
All I see today are my empty walls,

Amidst the lush green, fresh leaves and intermittent breeze,
I never thought in such a way my life would seize,

Suddenly my son wailed, as he sustained a fall,
For he walked so fast to attend his dad’s call,

Today is his birthday so all arrangements have to be done,
He seems all the way too excited for the awaited fun,

My loss of a twin newborn, nobody can borrow,
Let me mourn a little more, my irreplaceable sorrow.


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