Print Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
I was of a wild kind
When swift impulses
At odd hours gripped my mind
I lived in my past
With a black heart and
Famished body I kind of got lost
Like an old tree with
Lean and dry branches from
Storm could not save itself free
Dangerous moments
Of the past slipped into me
As a poisonous worm to torment
Time is leaving mind
I should go to enjoy my final
Sleep dropping the soul behind
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