Tripura...I Do Miss You! Poem by indira babbellapati

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...?