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The person with an empty purse

A poem by Rabi Roy It was a winter evening. Cold wind was blowing And I was waiting for a bus in the city of joy. On my way home from my office. Suddenly, a tall and bearded person appeared before me. Showed his empty purse and asked for a ten rupee coin. I watchedContinue reading “The person with an empty purse”