His Dream
A Anjandev Roy
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Every morning
He wakes up and sees
Beautiful poetry is reigning the world,
At night when he goes to sleep,
He still sees
Magnificent poesy is ruling the earth,
It's a pleasant feeling for him,
But one night being asleep, he sees in his vision that
Glorious poetry is leaving the earth forever
In deep pain and despair,
Immediately he wakes up with great anxiety
And finds that it's only his dream but not the reality,
He becomes extremely relieved.
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