I heard she has style..
And so I came to see her..
And listen for while..
And there she was a stranger to my eyes..
Singing my life with her words..
I felt all flushed with fever.,
Embarrassed by the crowd…
I felt she found my letter…
And read each one out loud…
She like a lazy ocean hugs the shore…
Like flower bending in the breeze…
She knew as if she knew me..
In all my despair…
And then she looked right through…me as if I wasn’t there..
But she was there the stranger..
Telling my whole life with her words, killing me softly with her words..
Dr.prasana Kumar Dalai.
Kabisuryanagar.
Ganjam
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