The Wise Wayfarer
A Anjandev Roy
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I was walking
With the wise wayfarer,
Dense fog pervaded the air,
The way was hazy and obscure throughout.
I was groping my way,
But the enlightened traveller
Was moving with great ease and comfort,
"How is it possible? "I asked myself curiously,
Soon I remembered the truth...
My companion was a wise and knowledgeable man,
So he could overcome the unpleasant darkness of the atmosphere
With the sparkling light of his wisdom.
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