First Love
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Night flowers shed their sweet essences
Trees in the wind perform mystical dances
Hiding in clouds the moon takes furtive glances
With shrill hoots ill-tempered owls play petty nuances
She dreams of her first love, exchange of roses over the fences
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