My Sudden End
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Like a matured leaf, someday,
When my season will be gone
I will fall to the ground
May be with many a twirl or
Swaying as if inebriated in air
Without making a sound
Like a flowing stream, someday,
When summer will visit the land
I will vanish in my bed
In the silence of dry valley no one
Will realize my absence, no one
Will be there to feel sad
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