The Wall
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Night is waiting for me
To seek my love
On the other side of the wall;
Between us the rose bushes
Have grown thick and tall;
Shards of glass are planted
It’s dangerous to hold the top;
Can hear her lament in dark
To have her I can only hope;
This has been going on
For years and the wall stands;
Built of hatred and curses
It can never make us friends.
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