Dying Slowly
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In the placid flow of the night
I let you live in my dream
With raw love of a vagabond
Your heart is full to the brim
Minutes, seconds and hours are
Arranged to fulfill the rhyme
Tangled veins make you to feel
Restless in a relentless chime
Tossing and turning on sheets
And chewing edges of the dress
You end up a shadow of self
Being afraid of a wrinkled face
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