Oh Life! !
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I write my life
In the nights dark canvass
Playing music of silence
I turn to increase the bass
On the other side
The holes play as stars
Years are marked with
A brush of time as dots and bars
Visuals are splotched rough
Soul is squeezed as a cotton pad
Ominous clouds as ideas
Strike down the immoral and bad
Must I go on to reach the end
And wait to mend the hem
You have to raise me high
When I am finished with the game
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