Long Procession
A Anjandev Roy
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In the long procession,
Many people were walking,
All of them were weeping,
But at the end of it
I saw a little boy,
He was very innocent
And he was walking
With a smiling face,
I asked him,
"Why are you smiling? "
Indifferently he said,
"I don't know
The meaning of this procession."
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