Hollow Life
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Time and space have no meaning
For me; I am already dead in
The lap of a void surrounding me;
Wearing a halo of old name I
Move on like a ghost trying
To show as if alive and beating;
It is my helplessness
I have no option
I have no one to tell my own
All the lines on my palms are fakes
I wish to go back to my cell
Like a child needs his mother's womb
No need to bath in the sunshine anymore
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