Confinement Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The great poet was confined in the dark and stuffy room,
He lost his sublime rhythm,
The wretched poet was desperate to come out of it,
But all his efforts prove futile,
He cried bitterly days after days.
Suddenly one fine morning he found the door open,
His joys knew no bounds,
Immediately he came out and entered into the enlightened Kingdom,
Then the refined poet got back his glorious touch and began to write wonderful poetry again.