He Gets Up
A Anjandev Roy
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It's strange,
He is restless
In his bed
And he gets up again,
Someone calls him from within
And he can't sleep,
He begins to write then
With deep concentration and reverence
In the dark and silent night,
Though everybody sleeps with great ease,
He spends another sleepless night writing beautiful poetry.
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