Grave
A Anjandev Roy
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In the dark
And gloomy night
I reached the unpleasant grave of truth,
Pure and sublime truth was
Brutally buried there
By the obnoxious hand of falsehood,
As I meditated deeply,
I listened the miserable cry
Of the refined truth,
It was trying to come out,
But in vain,
What a horrible moment it was!
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