You Weep
A Anjandev Roy
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It sleeps,
You weep,
As you think otherwise,
But I know
It is very much alive,
It will wake up in time
And resume its journey
With rejuvenated spirit,
It never dies,
A poet knows this,
It always acts within,
But ordinary eyes misinterpret it,
It's deeply ingrained
In a poet's pleasant and precious realm,
Days after days it spontaneously swings
With the loveliest ripples in its core.
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