The Beautiful Thing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I love the beautiful thing,
But it always moves far away from me,
It seems strange to me,
Though I ask myself again and again the reason of it,
I don't get the answer of it.
Long time elapses,
With the time I forget the lovely thing,
One day something knocks at my door,
When I open it,
I see the wonderful thing in front of me,
Before I ask anything to it,
It says to me,
"Now I have willingly come to you,
As this time you are truly worthy of me."