Life Without You Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

When you're gone
i harp on a broken lyre,
and splutter lying down here
to add a mournful song
to the play enacted on ‘tattered trust'
in which, both you and I take part

our roles are set apart-
fortunately, you play a greater part-
where you strut and fret and your ways part
and the audience almost appreciate that
as soon the pretention better grips your heart

but my role is so insignificant
overshadowed, cornered,
when you've ripped the chord of the trust apart
only drops of tears I do flow
to wash my love into the point of oblivion

but after every wash,
like the phoenix it has born anew
and has become unbridled now
which you can't appreciate
as you have only rehearsed your part
to strut and fret and to your ways part

now, I flutter here like a wingless bird
lying on this flat ground
when you are gone leaving a trail of frost
i live an ignoble life without you.

©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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