The Weird House
A Anjandev Roy
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In the dark and deep night
I ran and ran
In my dreadful dream,
How long?
I didn't know,
I was anxious and frightened throughout,
All of a sudden.....
I stopped
In front of a weird house,
I knocked the door of it and shouted,
'Who is the owner of this house? '
Soon a mysterious voice whispered to me,
'You are the owner of this house,
This house is erected for you
And only for you.'
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