Mad Shadow
A Anjandev Roy
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The mad shadow of my ambitious soul
Chased me with a sharp weapon in his hand,
I ran hard to escape, but in vain,
I was caught in a dark and deep well;
The crazy shape was about to kill me,
Suddenly my good angel appeared
And rescued me from the insane devil.
The great saint guided me properly towards the right way,
Since then I had been walking safe.
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