Hope
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I sleepwalk to the stars
Believing they are
So near and approachable;
As I grope for them
One by one
They melt away
Like tiny balls of snow
Leaving me disheartened
I cry at the moon
Who watches me silently
From a distance, as a pure
Girl going to be wedded;
And shedding its smile
Onto the bed where
I am asleep and dreaming;
I rush back to gather
The smile in my palms
And feel the hard stroke
Of the cruel sun making
Fun of me through the cracks
In my window panes.
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