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Anil Kumar Panda
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You stretch the time
Beyond its frame of
Confinement where
You care to melt in me
Like a mature drop
Of dew upon a blade
Of sprouting grass
Beware of the nexus
At the corners through
Which playing ghost
Time may fly, unnoticed.
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