By Anjandev Roy
The young bard writes,
He soars high with the wings of poesy,
But soon the severe reality drags him into the dingy earth.
He cries and cries in deep pain and resentment.
When he becomes tired,
Someone whispers in his ears,
"Don't cry, dear friend!
This is the tragic fate of all the poets.
But they can meditate deeply for a long time
And can successfully create a tranquil poetic realm only for themselves,
From where no one can dethrone them then.
Take lesson from those eminent men and write."