The Weary Traveller
A Anjandev Roy
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In the stormy night
The weary traveller got
A cosy shelter,
He was alone there,
He said to himself,
'Good night! '
Soon he found great peace
And satisfaction in his mind,
He whispered,
'At least I am here
To accompany myself
In this lone region,
That's crucial, '
Thereafter the tired traveller fell deep asleep,
Next morning he woke up
And found bright sunshine everywhere.
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