Our Divine Love
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Anil Kumar Panda
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when the face of night
is painted with dark color
from behind the clouds
the moon looks like a flower
when the stars begin to
shed sharp arrows of bright light
and cool wind cascades
down on land from a great height
sitting on the balcony i
remember your smile and pretty face
how i have woven many
dreams with your dark and dense tress
and you smile hiding
behind the moon and drop a cold tear
time was deaf and a villain
melody of our divine love it could not hear
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