In His Death
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In the cool wind of the evening
The lamp flickers before the god
Her eyes dampen and she stands
At the door waiting for his arrival
In the deep silence of the night
She has no sleep and turn sides
Many a time as her heart beats
Fast remembering him fighting
Sun brings a day of tears as the
Landscaped gets washed with
The blood that flows from hills
Where he fought his last war
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