The Door Was Open
A Anjandev Roy
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The door of the lonely house was open that night,
The great artist was tired and exhausted,
He entered the house and got a cosy shelter there,
After a while he fell deep asleep,
At midnight the famous artist portrayed a beautiful picture in his sacred dream,
In the morning he woke up
And felt divine peace and happiness.
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