Condolence Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Those days were bad
When the boat has no water
To float upon and carry out
The voyage to your heart:
There was no cloud too
To get pregnant with rain;
To pour on the depressions
To create a an ocean of love
And take me into middle of it.
Those days were really bad;
Buds have refused to adorn
Your hair as garlands and
To spread fragrance to draw
Birds from their niches to smile;
I lived and died at the same time.