To My Land
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Go I will must to the meadow
To see the rising sun
To inhale fresh wind from the land
Where I was born
Where I was born is a land of
Sages and shrines
Where there is love and trust in air
That are pure and divine
Go I must to the river front to
Hear the singing bird
To roll on the bed of sands till
My limbs go tired
I will get the scent of the soil
Of my land there
The image of its face I can see
In the sun's glare
To go back to my root I have
Nourished a dream
It is my dear land where honey
Of love flows as a stream
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