Joy In Youth
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In the fields we all sleep
In close groups on the grasses
And hear the soft sound
Of the anklets of our village lasses
As they walk down the
Path to take bath and fetch water
We get up and run after
Them to take fast plunges in the river
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