Messenger Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Messenger
It was a bright day,
The great messenger promised
To bring a good message for me,
I waited the entire day,
But he did not come.
He came at dark night,
When I was in a deep sleep,
This time with his ungrateful and obnoxious appearance,
The messenger gave me the evil message,
Which I did not expect at all,
Then I understood with my acute and sharp sense
That he was caught in the evil clutches.
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