Still Alive Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

My beloved artist is no more,
I am reluctant to believe that
He is dead.
In my grievous heart
I see all the essential things of his art
Are still on the desk of his great room,
They are silent, vacant and empty,
But when I slowly enter the room
And inspect it minutely for a long time,
I feel my dearest artist is still alive,
Sitting in his cosy chair,
He is fully engrossed in his artistic work
With his usual smiling face.