I Find Myself As A Blithe Spirit
A Anjandev Roy
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In the dark
And silent night
A question that doesn't exist
Comes in my sleepy realm,
Whole night it teases me,
Next morning.......
An answer that doesn't exist
Knocks my door gently,
Soon I wake up
With great enthusiasm,
Slowly I find myself as a blithe spirit.
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