Resign
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In the pell-mell of
Confusing events I run……
Run into nothingness…
Halo of hope moves
Giving me rare dream some nights….
I fall like bird shot
Dead in the desert of treachery…….
Soul feels shattered with
A sound unheard of in the wind…
I feel smell of moist
Earth at the end of my life line…
O life! ! Keep me engaged
With your choking flow, gently….
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