Silent Serenades
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The lonely heart does
A mute conversation with
Your heart when the crow
Comes to sit at the edge of
The roof and caws a harsh song
The repentant mind does
Give serenades around the
Periphery of your thoughts
As your absence reveals a
Secret that something is wrong
When the air becomes
Too stale and bears smell
Of our sweat in a cosy nook
Of the room a feeling grips
To each other we must belong
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