Grievous Mind Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It's dead,
My wonderful poetic emotion is no longer alive,
I dream this dreadful dream
And scream in extreme pain and grief,
As I have a long way to move still,
But this spell does not last long,
After a while gentle breeze knocks my dreamy door,
Soon I wake up and find it's only my vision,
My refined poetic feeling is very much alive,
Pleasant wind soothes my grievous mind
And it invites me to write glorious poetry again,
I become greatly pleased.