It Cruelly Laughs At Me
A Anjandev Roy
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It's white,
Purely white,
Whole day I see
The white colour
With a very pleasing mind,
At night I fall asleep,
Then......
The black colour comes
In my horrible vision,
With its dark and dreadful stature
It cruelly laughs at me,
It continuously teases me
And wounds my refined soul,
I wake up in cold perspiration.
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