Rhythm
A Anjandev Roy
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The cart moves well in the smooth and placid road,
The driver is delighted and sings a beautiful song,
Everyone is happy to see its good speed and rhythm
And they listen to the song with rapt attention.
But gradually the cart comes to the rough and noisy road,
Immediately it loses its friendly pace and rhythm,
The song becomes coarse to all the listeners,
The magic spell is over and everyone leaves one by one,
The cart and its master falls into oblivion forever.
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