Where Are Those Beautiful Things
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Where is that pond
Where into I used to jump
From the branch of old
Banyan tree stood by its side
Where is that field
Flat and grassy where
We used to gather in the
Afternoon to play till in the west
The sun slipped down to hide
Where is that dark grove
By the side of the stream
Where in we used to pass
The summer noon playing
And singing till in the holes
Of the trees the owls cried
Where is that village life
Where are the simple folks
Where is that clean and pure air
Where are those beautiful lasses
All have been washed away
By time's heartless tide
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