Wicked Fly
A Anjandev Roy
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It was late night,
I was trying to write a beautiful poetry,
But a wicked fly came
And disturbed my pleasant mind,
I tried to drive it away again and again,
But in vain,
Finally when it fled,
I found it had already destroyed my energy and spirit.
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