Her Songs Of Love Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I hear your song in the woods
When the cool wind blows in the morn
I feel your presence around me
When flowers dance under the mild sun

I hear your cry in the valley
When evening falls draped in silence
I feel your touch in my cheeks
When shadows rise from slumber and dance

A silence reigns over the land
Your songs are dead inside the dark grave
For him you sang the songs
But to your pure love you couldn't save