Half Of My Song Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Half of my song has been sung
The other half has lost its words
And the music has no rhythm and beat

Sometimes the wind calls me
from the wild to go alone and sit
Amidst some entwined bushes
Away from merciless sun and its heat

Half of my song has been stolen away
By the swollen river that hisses
Like a snake around the dark grove

It has swallowed down my huts
My forefathers and my childhood
We believed it to be our saviour
From pangs of misery and hunger