I Met My Friend - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
I met my bosom crony in my dream,
Oh friend! he sprang,
I felt jealous of him,
As he was enjoying eternal peace and bliss,
While I had pain and anguish.
Five years ago he had left me,
It was no little time,
Since then every moment he has been winning
And I have been losing.
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