The Jealous Artist
A Anjandev Roy
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The jealous artist had cruelly drawn
The great man with his black colour,
I saw it in my sleepy
world at dark night,
Being anxious,
I woke up with cold perspiration,
After some time,
I became calm and quiet,
Then.....
I sincerely drew a glorious picture of the great soul
With my mind's eye,
It was absolutely white and unique in colour,
Being extremely satisfied,
I fell deep asleep thereafter.
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