I Can't Get Rid Of It
A Anjandev Roy
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The gentle breeze
Of the beautiful season
Knocks at my door,
Being enthusiastic,
I open it
And smell the sweet fragrance of the breeze within,
Soon I realise
It's absolutely divine
With the great message
Of the wonderful realm;
But an insignificant question still lingers in my mind,
I can't get rid of it.
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