After Attending Someone's Funeral Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

Is it true that
I have forgotten
the dearest of my heart?

I know it well that
hence-forth
I roam about here and there
like a vagabond
with an amputated heart.
I don't know really
what is to be done.

I don't know
whose funeral I attended that day,
I stood there without a word
and silence drenched us
like white sorrows
as if our tongues were tied fast.

Gradually we turned deaf
to the sad music of the wind
and encircled by the enveloping darkness
totally engulfed with
deep heartrending pains,
and with sweats on our faces
we were watching
the shadow of that woman
drowning slowly
in an ugly chilling darkness.