Missing My Land
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Wish I could wake up to
The call of birds in the trees
To the shout of roosters
To the whistling sound of breeze
Wish I could wake up to
The sweet essences of flowers
To the humming of bees
To the butterflies over bowers
Wish I could wake up
To the song of the shepherds
To the lilting sound streams
Make as they flow downwards
Trapped in a concrete
Jungle I miss the pristine air
Of my land where childhood
Days were spent with fun and care
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