The Glorious Thing
A Anjandev Roy
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The glorious thing
Comes in my sleepy realm
For the first time,
It kisses me within
With true love and affection,
That's everything,
I sense the best meaning of my life,
Then the great bell rings,
I listen
And begin to swing to the fullest,
Soon I reach the all-important essence
With flying colours.
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