He Reached The Great Land
A Anjandev Roy
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He reached the great land,
Nothing in his hand,
Still his existence is grand
With his simple standard,
In the dark evening,
Everything declines,
Only he shines
With flying colours,
The anonymous artist thinks
And thinks
To find out the reason,
All of a sudden.....
The holy bell rings,
It reveals everything.
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