He Wrote
A Anjandev Roy
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In every season
He wrote hate,
As hate was the soul of him,
That night different thing happened,
When he was deep asleep,
He wrote
Love in his beautiful vision
And found greatest pleasure in it,
With his sublime feelings,
He realised then
Love is the loveliest thing of all.
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