Sediment Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the pleasant morning
I poured my great pot with bright and precious things,
Whole day I wrote with great energy and enthusiasm,
But at night when I went to sleep,
I found that only the insignificant sediment remained
At the bottom of the important pot.
Still I was not at all anxious about it,
As I was always confident about my abundant superior wealth,
I knew I could easily fill up my sublime container again in the next morning
With more sparkling and valuable items.