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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Rashi Goel

Dr. Rashi Goel PT, a hand therapist by profession, loves to read, write, travel and capture memories. She has been contributing in various online and offline national and international anthologies and other platforms through her blogs, articles, poems, short stories, etc. She believes one should never stop learning and never underestimate oneself no matter what happens in life.

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