The Precious Thing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The Precious Thing

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Whole day.....
I see the precious thing
And feel the great meaning of it,
I become extremely pleased,
But at night....
When I fall asleep,
I see in my vision
The meaningless existence
Of the valuable thing,
Then I become extremely sad and gloomy.

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