Night Of The Dead
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The night seems crowded
With stars hobnobbing
Around the pallid moon
The tides fall silent and
Not in a mood to rush
Down the beach and swoon
The trees stand like ghosts
Chasing away birds to
The fields and meadows
The clouds hang over the
Silent grove draping it
Dark with their shadows
Somewhere inside a hut
A lone lamp burns to
Pay homage to the dead
The street is deserted
A dog barks in a corner for
A while making the night sad
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