I Become Sad And Dejected
A Anjandev Roy
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In the silent night
I knocked the door
Of the strange house,
A lean shadow opened the door and asked me,
'Who are you and what do you want? '
Soon I gently answered,
'I am a weary traveller
And I want a cosy shelter in this house, '
Then the pale shadow said to me in a gruff voice,
'There is no shelter here for the tired traveller, '
Hearing this, I become extremely sad and dejected,
But I have nothing to do.
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