Anniversary! Poem by anju addanki
Anniversary!
It was such a bright day,
As all was in my way,
The sun showed its first ray,
And my husbands kiss made me gay.
Cuddling each other in the bed,
To the memories did it led,
Making love like newly wed,
Made my face turn like red.
Downstairs did we ran,
In to the kitchen holding a pan,
Making our lunch plan,
We had a full ban.
Diamond on my finger,
Bringing the bodies nearer,
Suddenly felt the warmth on my lips,
And my heart flips,
Which felt like a bliss.
Walking hand in hand,
To the restaurant did we land,
Inside we stand,
With candle lights and a band,
WIth a big cake and garland,
That was my husbands plan.
With a happy heart,
We prayed to God not to part.
As we were out,
All heard me shout,
As I saw my husband with blood clot,
Terrorist had shot no doubt.
For him he was just Some One,
But, for me he was EveryOne.
He breathed his last,
And in a second he became my past,
And that was my anniversarys blast.
There is a dramatic twist in this work of yours. How a delightful day turns into a horrifying experience. A touchy tale told in short. I only hope it's a work of fiction, mam.
lovely poem nicely expressed.... but left me sad if that was the truth that you said.. -10 anjali (do read mine MY HEART DOESN’T HAVE A CLUE)
Poetic shift like bolt from blue! Unexpected crash landing is a very favorite poetic subject and you’ve done it Ten++ dr.sakti. Please visit my page and comment and…if you please. Thanks for comments ds
Tones of appreciation for this write. Very few have the courage to write such a piece in this fashion. Many 10's for this one.
Thank you all for your comments. Yes its just fiction and not true..
Rhythm of anniversary is divine-- It was such a bright day, As all was in my way, The sun showed its first ray, And my husbands kiss made me gay. Pleased with your poetess skills-your Day, way, ray, gay Kept everything at bay Glooms to slay By a blow of happiness's heavy hay Flows love and passion in this body made of clay Donkeys of hope still bray as we play our passtime cards in call bray As life flows on the highway From the fiery heartbeats of going a groping ropeway To a 18 till i die with him the runaway It is me and you forever to stay Forever we play as stray dogs affray from alleys of mumbaiana to the ash-trays of africana We drink still the same life of tropicana Awaiting the monsoon under the turquoise sea and sky's conspiracy to be dark, to be black and once again to be grey So that i can say hoorrrrrrrrrrrrrrray---- Very poignant write..10/10 Aamit Rothschild.
.......what life is all about! as do others, i suppose, it's fictitious!
superb...well constructed plot...everything is fine, poetically. I only hope its a work of fiction, for it did unnerve me, Ma'am. Ranjit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 4:17:10 AM # 1.0.0
a sad poem. nicely penned.