Pain
A Anjandev Roy
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It's a grievous sight,
The great poet has lost his spark and light,
Tears come in his old and pensive eyes,
He tries to remember his delightful touch of the glorious past,
But his sincere efforts prove futile,
As everything becomes hazy and obscure in front of his tired eyes,
It's an intolerable pain and frustration for him,
The wretched poet covers his face with old and feeble hands.
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