Sick Mind
A Anjandev Roy
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Sick mind!
Hide your ominous face
And go away from here today,
I am in very good rhythm this day
And moving with great pace too,
My poetry is soaring high
With flying colours,
This is the brightest day for me
And my wonderful poetry;
Sick mind! I plead you earnestly
To go away....far away from me,
Come back another day
To take heinous revenge against me.
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