The Thorn Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

This is a glorious day,
All are celebrating it with great pomp and pride,
The man also joins them,
But he fails to enjoy the day,
The thorn of the previous night prevents him from relishing the great moment,
He tries his best to accompany them in a befitting manner,
But in vain,
He sees the joyous souls in pain and despair.
Gradually the unfortunate man retreats and retreats from there
And takes shelter in a lonely corner,
The happy faces continue their celebration,
They can not know the dreadful suffering of the wretched man,
The ruthless thorn of the previous night does not leave him,
It lasts longer and longer
And shatters all his hopes and expectations,
Slowly the man falls into oblivion.