Time For Love
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Anil Kumar Panda
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When roses played
With the wind of early morn
Walls of mists collapsed
With the appearance of the sun
When the leafs nodded
With loads of gathering dew
Washed by golden ray
Thickets shined as if born new
When birds rushed to
Fields and rolled on ripe crops
The sun played hide and
Seek behind swaying tree tops
I come out to seek your
Love where flowers grew wild
From your tresses I
Get essence of love, sweet and mild
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