The Soul
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The Soul is swept away like a seed
By the stream of time
To lands unknown and unfamiliar
To make a different rhyme
The soul remains polished and pure
A flower in God's garden
It shines like a nugget of diamond
From the heat of pain
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