The Holy Shadow
A Anjandev Roy
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The tired pilgrim knocked the door of the enlightened room
For the first time,
Nobody responded,
Again he knocked it
For the second time,
Still nobody answered,
Being disappointed,
The weary pilgrim was ready to return,
Then.........
Someone gently opened the door,
Soon the pilgrim entered the room
With a pleasing soul,
The holy shadow embraced him forever.
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