Strange Day Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It was a strange day for me,
In the morning
I tried to write,
But someone came
And disturbed me,
So I could not write,
In the afternoon
I wanted to write,
But someone appeared
And prevented me,
So I could not depict,
At night when I was ready to write,
Someone called me,
And for this again I failed to write,
But at late night when I fell deep asleep,
I dreamt that
I had already written beautiful poetry
About different men
Who came to me in different times.