Clean Soul
A Anjandev Roy
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I began my journey in the early morning,
My pot was empty then,
Whole day I travelled with great energy and spirit,
In the evening I came back home
And saw my pot was still empty,
But its soul was fresh and clean,
As I minutely looked into the pot,
It seemed very promising to me.
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