It Comes And Goes
A Anjandev Roy
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It comes
And goes,
The young poet knows,
Everybody knows,
When it comes,
The young bard
Jumps in an ecstasy,
When it goes,
He cries
In deep pain
And frustration,
Then someone consoles
The grievous poet from within,
"Don't cry,
You must accept this,
This is the rule of nature,
This is true forever."
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