Comfortable Shelter
A Anjandev Roy
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I have been writing poetry since early morning,
Everyone is teasing me,
But I am not listening,
I am writing with great ease and delight.
It's late night now,
I am tired and weary,
I want to sleep,
But no one gives me a comfortable shelter,
Eventually my tranquil poetic realm calls me to sleep in its cosy lap,
Where I sleep with great peace and serenity.
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