Open Door
A Anjandev Roy
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The door was open,
Easily I entered the room,
There were so many beautiful things,
That I remained completely engrossed in those,
Whole day I enjoyed those things with my heart's content.
But in the evening
When I tried to come out of the room,
I could not,
Though the door was also open then,
It seemed strange to me,
As I pondered deeply to find out the reason of it,
I clearly realised that
The lovely things had completely grabbed my soul,
For which I had to stay in that wonderful room forever.
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