Surreal
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Like a fountain of honey
You fall from the comb of love
I am the hungry bee
Waiting with bated breath to
Get soaked in its fresh warmth;
I rise with wings of ecstasy
To sip drop by drop to quench
The thirst that has turned
My heart into an inaccessible
Desert holding an oasis of your face
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