My Old Bed
A Anjandev Roy
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New morning,
New sun is shining,
New bird is singing,
New flower is blooming,
New breeze is blowing,
New hope is springing,
But I am lying
In my old bed,
It is reluctant to leave me,
I am also unwilling to go away from it,
My soul is deeply entwined with it,
My old bed is promising
To give me eternal peace and serenity.
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