A Visit To North East
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Anil Kumar Panda
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from the lofty hills
comes down the sound
of conchs and cymbals
the clouds hang over
to pour cool rain as the
priests sing prayers
from the tall trees
emanates the melodies
of vedic chants
as flowers shed essences
and people gather to
take blessings
I am here in a
land of mystic beauty
far from the chaos
of my city life
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