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Some Flashes

Like a strange kind of light,
Like the river with its hairpin bent near the forest,
Like the endless good breeze-
You! My own mind search for dreams.
You look forwards,
You touch the rhythms of the weary existence
With all your freshness.

21-Aug-2000

More By  : Dr. Soumya Panigrahi

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