The Black Shirt
A Anjandev Roy
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In the dark and stormy night
I met the black shirt
In my vision,
It asked me in a gruff voice,
'Are you afraid of me? '
I gently answered,
'Not at all, '
Soon the shirt said to me,
'Then you are a perfect traveller indeed.'
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