Holy Breeze
A Anjandev Roy
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In the silent night
The weary pilgrim was asleep,
All of a sudden......
Someone knocked at his door,
The tired pilgrim woke up
And opened the door,
Then the holy breeze
Soothed all his limbs,
Soon he found himself afresh and anew.
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