Poetry Smiles At Me
A Anjandev Roy
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I wake up
Early in the morning
And see in amazement that
Poetry smiles at me,
Whole day I remain engaged in different works,
Still I always feel
Poetry smiles at me,
Eventually at night
When I go to sleep,
I sincerely realise
Poetry sweetly smiles at me,
But why?
Though I think deeply,
The reason is unknown to me.
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