When Will You Rewrite Me? Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The little shadow came
In my vision,
He stared at me for a while
And gently asked me,
'Dear friend!
When will you rewrite me? '
I just smiled and said,
'I have already rewritten thee
In my pure and generous realm, '
Soon the shadow whispered,
'I have nothing to say, my friend! '
Immediately I woke up and saw none,
Then I pondered deeply
And felt the loveliest spark within,
It was priceless indeed.