The Anniversary Poem by Jananie Balaji

It's not to celebrate my marital bliss,
Not to commemorate my child's first kiss,
I now lay down two huge lily wreaths!
To ‘celebrate' the first anniversary of their deaths!

For 3 months, in her womb, my child bore she,
And He took her before she gave him to me.
That fateful night, onto us, that wretched truck sped
And awoke the new orphan on the hospital bed!

It took more than a fortnight to sink in, the fall.
My Nina had bid her adieu, once and for all!
Vanished with her warmth and bonhomie,
Bequeathing deafening silence and melancholy!

Perhaps I had done some huge grave wrong,
Perhaps, left alone, she wouldn't have been strong,
Perhaps that's the reason why she was taken before me!
Perhaps now she's breaking down too, hearing my soliloquy!

She watches over me from above, my Veela!
As I sip down the special anniversary Tequila!
Sans love, sans peace, yet she coaxes me to cope,
For not all candles are blown out, there's still a flame of hope!