Tussle Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Tussle
A beautiful poetry came in my mind
And I was ready to write it,
Just then an ugly poetry appeared with its evil stature
And destroyed the beautiful poetry of my refined mind.
The tussle between good and evil continued,
Though I tried my best to remember the wonderful poesy,
I could not succeed,
Gradually the dark night arrived,
I gave up hope
And went to sleep with an agonizing soul.
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7/28/2025 10:47:49 AM # 1.0.0
Its evil stature! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.