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Mystery
I dreamt in this night a sun of huge light
And the light penetrate me breaking the cold darkness
While I am talking about not so fine whining
Experience of my most secret life.
The sun is rising in the east with my dream
My life is budding and I become a king of
My own empire that the mystery of my life.
poem
by
Gajanan Mishra
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