Anjali Mandokhot Biography

In the tender years she crept in life
When the mind was like the wet soil,
Ready to be impressioned and dried.
My untouched cogency, she did ripple and roil.
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Have faith! But not to touch it
Not to hold it like I hold this pen-
Just have faith-
Even amidst the treason
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Have you ever seen that beautiful dame?
Oh! You must be pondering what's her name
She's called Twilight, from East she came
And everyday she comes from the country same
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'Like an unsung warrior
I tread across the earth
From one country to another
Spreading light sans mirth
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Like sentries around a proud prince
Brave, yet humble subordinate
As youthful and as handsome
Destined but to a commoner's fate.
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