The Shining Lamp
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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An angel that goes around
With his shining lamp,
A poet earth bound
Leaves his stamp
On fresh drops of dew
Old thoughts ringing anew,
He showers the budding minds
Praising words he surely finds,
Always encouraging a born mate,
Seeds hopes for a blooming poet.
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