Losing Forever
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Anil Kumar Panda
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We met in the soft morn
To weep for the days gone
Of love and fondness and
Enjoying a love newly born
We met in the hot noon
Where flowers were strewn
Dry and without fragrance
To kiss, and enjoy our last dance
We met in the dark night
To talk sweet and seek light
Together we must bear the pain
As we are not going to meet again
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