Precious Thing
A Anjandev Roy
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The insane man called them,
But nobody came,
Everybody fled,
As they thought him meaningless and insignificant,
Only a little child came to him
With a smiling face,
The man patted him
And gave him a precious thing affectionately,
Which the loving child accepted gleefully,
Seeing this,
Other people went to the insane person,
But he angrily rejected all of them.
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