As two months old
They were placed
In the same cradle
If you call it an infant marriage,
I've no objections
But incidentally, they didn't
Believe in formalizing
Their association as marriage
They lived for eighty six years
Never apart from each other
He's now in the morgue
And she manages her
Parkinsons affected body
And sorrow at separation
Amidst the media glare
And awkward interference
Of the media competing
To be one-up in gathering
The life details of the man
Whose demise brought
A legendary era of Telugu
Literary scene came to a close...
Released from the angst
Of life, busy searching
For plots for storiest
And catching emotions
In their flight to compose
His abstract verse...
Don't I miss him...?
well Indira a poem of separation birth till death one enjoyed the second struggling but 86 years together it is not less and he seems to first Telgu in Tripura /
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel your pain. I lost my wife a year ago.