My Irreplaceable Sorrow

Constantly being patted on my right hand,

It was Spring, yet all I could see was barren land,

My anhedonia, my four-year-old couldn't relate,

For only my God knows where have I lost his mate,

A few years ago all rhymes were live on my walls,

All I see today are my empty halls,

Amidst the lush green, fresh leaves and intermittent breeze,

I never thought in such a way my life would cease,

Suddenly my son wailed, as he had a fall,

For he walked fast to answer his Dad's call,

Today is his Birthday so the 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.