The Vagabond Laughs At Me
A Anjandev Roy
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I begin to walk,
But immediately I stop,
As I think I am walking
In the wrong way,
After a while,
Again I begin to move,
But soon I stop,
As again I feel
I am moving in the wrong direction,
The lean and pale vagabond realises everything,
He laughs at me and says,
"Your soul is wrong."
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