The Sound Of Silence Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

And the sound of silence
Comes slipping into the room
The trees and streams fall in to a trance
Air around is filled with sadness and gloom

And the sound of silence
Comes flowing from the sleepy dales
It brings with it horror of the graveyards
And an eerie sensation as wagons move on rails

And the sound of silence
Is accentuated by the hoot of an owl
And the sky is lit with the flames of the
Funeral pyre as body turns into ash sans the soul