The Lost Word
A Anjandev Roy
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The lost word
Is very precious,
It unites us
With true love and care,
We laugh,
We cry,
We rise,
We fall,
At the of the day,
We find the best meaning
Of our life,
That's vital,
We smell the sweetest fragrance
Of the lost word,
It comes from
The invisible sphere,
We become the happiest of the mortals.
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