An Incomplete Work - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
That evening I was in pensive mood
And my heart was crying aloud,
My beloved friend had died five years ago,
Still for him my mind was extremely sore.
Longing to pay my tribute to him
I began to depict the cream,
As I recalled my friendship,
I offered my endless love and affection for him.
With my special ink I wrote that gentle and bright face
Which was his divine grace,
So many times I had got his prolific advices
That I had been properly benefitted to walk in the realm of progress
And again I had survived from the evil curses.
In course of my journey
Suddenly I saw his picture on the wall,
I could not restrain my spontaneous flow of tears;
Throughout it, with great devotion
I tried my best to delineate my friend,
Still I remained unsaturated,
As I had to write more about this legend.
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