The Wicked Ghost Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the dark and silent night
The wicked ghost stealthily entered my pleasant domain,
When I was deep asleep,
He snatched many valuable treasures from me and fled
But could not take hold of my most precious possession of all
Which was my pure and pleasing poetic mind.
When I woke up,
I felt I had lost nothing at all,
Indeed sublime poetic feeling is the divine power of a poet
And it is everything for him.