Foul Soul
A Anjandev Roy
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The little baby was born,
Many noble men went to see him,
The old man also went with them,
He saw the beautiful baby
And tried to bless him with great words,
But surprisingly the pleasant words did not come in his tongue,
The man felt very ashamed of himself
And hurriedly left the place.
Later he realised in his pensive heart that
He could not utter the noble words to bless the wonderful newborn for his foul and grimy soul.
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