Dry River
A Anjandev Roy
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Seeing the dry river,
I avoided it,
Soon the river began to weep bitterly,
Then I could not stay away from it,
I ran towards it anxiously,
The dry stream pleaded me earnestly,
'Dear friend!
I may be dry now,
I know it is not suitable for you,
But wait for a while,
I will become full and perfect soon
With the abundant tears of my grievous eyes,
You will surely write me then
With your famous ink.'
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