Unruly
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In the middle of the crowd
I feel I live in a long solitude
Suspicious faces stare at me
With fake smiles they look rude
In the middle of a sea of heads
I look for my solemn existence
With opportunity, mood and
Milieu I do change my stance
One day I will get lost in this
Crowd of worried mass of soul
Unknown and unsung I will go
To Him to set for me another goal
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