I Want To See Beautiful Thing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

A beautiful thing appears
In front of me,
I want to see it
With great ease and delight,
But the harsh bell rings,
Soon the lovely thing begins to recede
Farther and farther,
I can't see it with true pleasure,
After a while,
Another beautiful thing appears
In front of me,
I try to see it
To my heart's content,
But again the cruel bell rings,
Immediately the wonderful thing begins to retreat very fast,
So I can't see it
With real ease,
This time I scream in extreme pain and agony,
But soon someone consoles me from within,
'My dear friend!
Don't cry,
This is the tragedy of modern time.'