Longing Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

The cuckoo sings for me
somewhere hidden
in the green foliage
of the huge mango tree
in my courtyard
indicating that
the spring is still there
filling the fragrance
of its charm
in the whole air.

In the innermost
corner of my heart
somebody whispers to me.
Is it your sweet
haunting memory?
Now I can't understand
how suddenly
everything was
shaken in a moment,
and I am left to myself
staring at the void
having only this
lonely existence.
My heartrending cries
can't bring you back
from that unknown land
from where there is
no point of return.
It was your
final departure
from this earth.
Be in peace
among angels,
my sweet lady,
beloved of my heart.