Presence
A Anjandev Roy
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When I come,
She leaves,
When she comes,
I depart,
We can never meet,
We remain unknown to each other.
But it is not true,
If we scrutinize ourselves deeply,
I can surely feel her presence in my soul,
Similarly she too can perceive my existence in her inner self,
So we are well known to each other
And this is always true.
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