The Light
A Anjandev Roy
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The wise traveller
Was taking rest in his little room,
Suddenly he saw a great light
Gradually pervading the entire room,
It was coming
Neither from the sun
Nor from the moon,
From where was it coming?
The sagacious traveller began to think,
After a prolonged thought,
He found it was actually coming
From his superior and sublime inner self.
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