Poem of poet



That day was night
That time was slow
Air was roaming
Flowing with ocean
Writer was sitting in the table
Thinking that what should I write
Then suddenly he named a topic

Poem of poet

He started finding materials
To build his pain
He teared 100 papers
Again and again
Then suddenly he started writing 1st para of

Poem of poet

He completed his journey within all night,
He was so happy with his completion of work,
That feeling was very deep.
Imagination was the power he used to draw the base of poem.

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©gautampatra
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Written on year 2018 May/June in between