When Love Strikes
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In between your dream
And awakening there is no space
There is nothing to celebrate
In between your expectation and need
Your days are numbered without me
There is no time hanging between
Night and day for you to escape
The thin edge between image and reality
Is going to vanish when you finish
Mastering the art of manipulating beat
Of your not so innocent heart
There is copious tear soaking your
Bosoms between your chores and
Talking to the caged parrot
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