Diffusion
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I come out into the garden
As dawn breaks over hills
Columns of smoke go high
From roof tops and mills
Smoke rises to the clouds
And slowly gets lost in them
Before it loses its identity
It moves around their hem
Life comes to meet its end
Body gets ready to free the soul
Like smoke vanishes in clouds
A soul gets its home in The Whole
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