This day, was the day he was born
And on this day, he died leaving me forlorn.
When he was alive, the day was for mirth and laughter.
Should it now be a day of grief since he is no more?

There is so much of conflict and confusion
In me, I don’t know how to reach a solution.
How should I remember this day, how should I
Remember the wonderful man that was he?

Should I place the sindoor in the parting of my hair?
Should I dress in my wedding sari like in the past?
Should I apply kohl to my tearful eyes?
Should I go to the temple wishing his soul’s rest?
Or should I pray that he would be mine in the future births?
How shall I do justice to this day without being unfair?

My thoughts flew to the wonderful days gone by.
Those times he would say that life is one jolly ride,
Let it not be wasted in woes and rituals of hypocrisy.
It should be a celebration, taking things in stride.

In reminiscences I found my answer that I was seeking
For I shall not wallow in the past, and will do what is pleasing
To the man I love, to the man who loved me and for him
Will I keep the candles burning bright that shall never dim
On the day he was born and on the day he passed away
And he will watch over me from the star in the sky.