Curse Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Life is a curse,
The tranquil artist accuses the earth,
He wants to live in his own pleasant realm,
But the harsh world prevents his dream,
Though he wants to draw a beautiful scene on a sheet of paper,
Every moment the ugly feeling comes and foils his sincere effort.
Finally the great artist becomes livid with rage
And mercilessly tears the paper to pieces,
He finds immense pleasure with this act of destruction,
Which seems strange to the artist himself,
He asks himself agonizingly,
"Am I an infamous soul now? "