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Thought of Gyanjon
Neither has he leisure time to rest
Nor he can welcome to guest
4 hours or less he is ordered to sleep
Working, 2o or more makes him almost weep
Where he spent his life in workshop corridor
Neither smiled there nor felt bore
In job early days of Gyanjon
Such a hard work he has done
First in first time in life
Made him think beloved wife
In accused of witch, by neighouber, she was sled
And towards city he had fled
Neither rule could punish them
Nor Police could imprisoned them
Then he started a job in repairing workshop
Where a lot to work but nothing to hope
Before three days he thought
Today existing on public places shout
'So much more to know
Unknown is more than the ages grow.'
He frees himself from the corridor
In his new life takes a gear being sure.
To go on further tomorrows
Leaving past and old some fellows
to know the beautiest world
To enchant the beautiest world
This is a thought of Gyanjon
