Bitter Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Someday, I will sing my last song,
When you won’t hear my tune anymore;
The sound of my voice won’t float in air,
And you would not come to stand at the door;

You won’t anymore shed a tear,
For not being able to meet me for a day,
Your heart stops skipping fast, when by
The river we can’t anymore like children play;

The day will come soon when,
Like a dew drop I will melt inside you,
Not to come in your dream again and
Make you smile, for you need someone new.

@Tiku 08/06/2015