Secluded Land
A Anjandev Roy
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In the secluded land
The traveller lands,
Everything is silent there,
Only the gentle wind whispers,
He stares at the lonely land in amazement,
After a long time he falls deep asleep
With his tired eyes,
Suddenly he hears someone's voice in his sleepy realm,
"Only the gentle air is fair and meaningful here,
All other things are bare and meaningless."
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