A Vagabond
A Anjandev Roy
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A vagabond is roaming in the railway station,
It seems he has no interest in his nation,
Trains come and go
And everyday he sees this monotonous flow.
The people are busy,
They have no time to think about this crazy,
But in reality the vagabond thinks everything otherwise
And he is independently active like a wise man to scrutinize,
He is definitely the king of his own world,
No one can reign this way his world.
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