Seeking Her
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Far off in the valley where
Flowers bloom all day long
Where wind plays with crops
And whispers a pleasant song
Where cutting through green
Grasses the stream runs ahead
I go to meet her in the evening
And come back feeling low and sad
I hear her voice at a distance
And she is no more living there
She is dead and buried by the stream
Scent of her tresses lingers in the air
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