Solitude
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Anil Kumar Panda
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There is a thaw in the cool air
Rings of smoke veer towards
The void. Scribbled lines are
Illegible, from a mind deeply
Paranoid.
Varied sounds of earth are not
Heard and the sun seems to be
Brimming with ice. Relationship
Is sold to the heartless without
Quoting a price.
The wave of hair dances across
The nape and spills fragrance of
A fresh rose. A thought wells up
In mind and silently on paper to
A lover goes.
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