Killed
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Anil Kumar Panda
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When you ride over my brain
I lose my peace and tap the
Table with my finger tips..
I forget my existence in the
Sound it creates. My eyes
Remain fixed on your photograph..
You rise like a wisp of smoke
From the rim of earthen pot
That holds your breathing
I feel your soft palm on mine
As you body loses warmth
And becomes silent
I tap the table top more often now
Bu şiiri puanla
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