Tent Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I built a great tent in my wonderful dream,
I hoped that I would be safe and secure there,
So I was extremely pleased,
But I was wrong,
As it did not last long.
In my ominous vision I saw the dark devils came
With relentless anger and power with sharp weapons in their hands,
They demolished my wonderful poetic tent,
I tried my best to convince them about the beauty and glory of it,
But they did not listen,
Poetry was absolutely meaningless in their eyes.