The Black Paper
A Anjandev Roy
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In the mysterious night,
I wrote his name
On the black paper
With my dark ink,
Then the strange thing happened,
I saw in my vision a wonderful reflection
Of the white angel
On the dark paper,
He blessed me wholeheartedly,
My joys knew no bounds,
As I understood the deepest meaning of it.
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