The Painter - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The painter reached the beautiful land,
He was deeply impressed by it,
Sitting cosily under a tree, he began to portray on a paper the dream land,
Nature is perfectly attired like a deity there;
The meadow, the cattle, the plants, the birds, the stream all were absolutely delightful to watch.
The artist thought in bewilderment about the great craftsman,
Whose adept hands have created such a fantastic place,
All day long he painted the marvellous landscape and ultimately he was extremely pleased;
Returning home he thought only about the beauty of that wonderful land,
After some days he visited the great place again;
But this time he became very frustrated
As the devastating flood had already demolished the beautiful land.
Tears came in his sad eyes,
Thereafter he tore the paper of that painting,
As he wanted to forget those things which ultimately betrayed him.
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