The Swing
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Sitting in a swing
My life goes up and down
The cool wind caress
My face and I feel like a clown
Rising high the life
Seems full of joy and happiness
Closing the eyes I
Feel mind does not have any stress
Sitting in a swing
I see the world from the top
Going down I feel
As light as a feather and grope
The rope tightly
To enjoy the ride and laugh
As living in two extremes
I draw my life's half circle graph
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