The Night Wind
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The night wind touches me,
Lifts my tufts of hair and sing
Some sweet songs in my ears;
Sometimes it sings songs of
Love and joy and sometimes
Of death and penury that into
My eyes bring copious tears;
The night wind comes from
Where I don't know and it stays
In my land for hours in the night;
It lulls the lonely hearts to
Sleep and sings lullabies to the
Children and with its coolness
Fills my mind with delight;
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