The Enemy Within
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Like the night is washed away
By the morning drift of wind
You did not take notice of my
Childishness when showing my love
You turn away your face
To the plant of bougainvillea
Where in its slim frond
The chameleon was changing
Color of its skin
From brown to fading pink
The dimples on your cheeks
Have become like craters
Spewing poison of innocence
You often show in front of me
Life has changed
Your freshness does not matter
I have finished counting the stars
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş