Gone
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Come I would must oneday
From this shadow that holds
My name in its darkness;
Plays games with all brutality;
I will be washed with water
From majestic Himalayas
And chant hymns recited by
Ageless sages sitting on snow;
The dusk will not hold me;
And dawn can’t forsake me;
Those flowers I have planted
Years ago out of fun will lie
Stale over my head to my grave.
Bu şiiri puanla
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