Trance
A Anjandev Roy
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I was walking in a trance,
It was always a pleasant feeling for me,
Gentle breeze was blowing
And I was swinging with ease.
But a wicked bee felt jealous of me,
Quickly he entered my pleasing domain
And stung me fiercely,
I screamed in pain,
I was bleeding profusely.
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