To Live
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The glass in your eyes
Is polished with tear
To hold me in sublime
Roundness close and dear
I feel the coolness of
A love living in its shed
Caught in its snare I live
A life I have never had
Far from the crowd I
Get in them divine bliss
From the pell-mell of
Odds I find much peace
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