The Lonely Poet
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Anil Kumar Panda
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And the night will come
Like a dream to reside
In his mind till the morn
The man keeps aside
All the worries of the day
And a new poet is born
With pen and paper and
Loads of thought in mind
He sits in a creaking chair
By the window and watching
The majestic moon he jots
Down words of love in flair
With smokes rising from
His lips he goes on weaving
Words into wobbly sentences
Amidst struggles to survive
He feels the love of God as
His poems draw smiling faces
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