In My Pleasant Vision
A Anjandev Roy
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I saw him
In my pleasant vision,
He was singing
In the holy region,
It was the sweetest song
Of all seasons,
Everybody was listening
With great enthusiasm,
But nobody understood
Its profound meaning,
Only the loveliest soul
Of the holiest corner realised
Its superior meaning,
But he was visible only to me.
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