Life Is So Sad Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Life is so sad. Sometimes, it seems
It does not move. Like a tree planted
In the back yard. The dull hours repeat
Themselves creating the same music.
Life is so sad. Like a piano lying unused
In a corner of the room. Covered with
A piece of cloth. An immovable corpse.
The wind of emotion cleans it with its
Rough touch. The home remains where
It is. The stairs are forlorn lovers keep
Staring at the vacant path ahead