Asleep
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The sky is star filled
Meteors fly past high mountains
And vanish as ash
Cloyed with fragrance of
Night flowers blooming
Across the valley the wind
Flows over roof tops
Sighing for the people sleeping
An owl hoots at the moon
Gazes the clouds with swirling eyes
In the warm cuddle of
Grandma's arms the child falls
Asleep smiling with pinkish lips
Dreaming of the hero in the lullaby
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