Smrutiranjan Parida Biography

Chilly wind
Churning my memories
With the passing days
And mixing a dizzy mood
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Confinement,
Let me break your chain
The shackles of overthinking
And the iron rods of depression
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How better it would be
if I was born a fly?
Without tension and to see;
The world from little high
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In a chaotic bedlam, the world of men
Peace is what all desire
Desires are so long and long; that
The wish is only to get out of fire.
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A nightmare of bloodshed fades
With sparkling sunlight as riot's deads
Tomorrow's morning or tomorrow's night
Clears the pavement out of heads
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