The Wizened Shadow
A Anjandev Roy
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That evening
I was walking,
All of a sudden
I listened someone was crying
Bitterly from behind,
Soon I looked back but found none,
Then I began to walk again,
After a while
I listened to the agonizing cry again,
But when I turned,
I found none,
Thereafter I began to think deeply about it,
After a prolonged thought I realised with my inner eye that
It was actually the bitter cry of the wizened shadow
Of the sad and pensive world.
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