A Glorious Circle
A Anjandev Roy
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Pleasant morning
Of the wonderful season,
The air is serene,
I swing
With a pleasing mind,
Gradually a glorious circle
Pervades my superior domain,
Soon I fall asleep
And dream the loveliest dream of my life,
When I wake up after a long time,
I find
I have written a divine poesy in my essential realm.
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