An Incomplete Story Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

An incomplete story
Pleads me from within
To complete it,
I listen to it
With great care and attention,
Soon I take my magnificent pen
In my adept hand,
Then the strange thing happens,
As I smell divine fragrance everywhere,
It produces sweet ripples in my creative spine,
Slowly suitable words suffuse my noble realm,
With these I complete the story in a perfect way,
Thereafter the story blesses me wholeheartedly,
I engrave this blessing
In my inner self forever.