Anil Kumar Panda Poems

The night comes for me
With an urge to write
To put down my thoughts
In black and white
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The moon will shine bright in the sky
Over the valley the stars will pass by
The wind will play a tune soft and sweet
When by the stream two lovers will meet
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And I am not going to set
My eyes on you, on your beauty
That is divine and flawless
And I am not going to dream
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From this green valley where
Upon the clouds hang low
Caressing the tall grasses the
Wind blows cool and slow
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My life is full of music
Music played by the wind
When it blows over the valley
When it passes through thick foliage
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In the cool wind of the evening
The lamp flickers before the god
Her eyes dampen and she stands
At the door waiting for his arrival
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It is time to say sorry
To our children for the mess
We have created in this world
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Look, up there in the sky
The moon rises slowly as the soft
Wind over the dales passes by
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Spring has alighted in the
Braches of trees in my yards
I feel the soothing wind and hear
Incessant chirping of playful birds
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Under the clear sky of April
I lay and watch the clouds flitting
And far away from in the valleys
Comes essence of flowers blooming
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