Beautiful Field
A Anjandev Roy
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Beautiful field!
Everybody enjoys it
And praises it effusively,
But the old and pale man
Can't feel any beauty in it,
He remains indifferent,
"But why? "
I ask myself gently,
Someone answers me from within,
"Beauty does not reach to the weak and feeble soul."
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