Irretrievable
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I slept tight at night
I did not think of you
Did not see dreams
And gossip in the
Wee hours of the morn
I have tried my best
To forget you
Your love and care
Even I do the chores
Without missing you
The branch is broken
The flowers are lying stale
The bird of love has
Flown away as its nest
Is in the ground
Now it is your turn
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