It Will Be The End
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Life has shrunk into a seed
Under the cruel sun of pain
It has not risen to grow and breed
There is no sleep at night
The dawn brings with it past
Memory full of poverty and fright
Ahead the road is not clear
There are hurdles on the path
Time's veil will be soaked with tear
The Sun does not come out
To glow in the lap of clear sky
And helps the seed of dark to sprout
The end is arriving for sure
Love has taken its ultimate rest
To its doom man has opened the door
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