Without Beauty And Truth
A Anjandev Roy
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In the moonlit night......
The young pilgrim
Knocked the door
Of the enlightened house,
But nobody opened it,
He waited for a while
And then knocked the door again,
Still nothing fruitful happened,
Nobody opened the door,
Being angry and disappointed,
The pilgrim asked,
'Why? '
Thereafter......
He listened a gruff voice from inside,
'The world without beauty and truth.......
I never approve.'
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