- On Going To Country House -new-
- I Praised Your Sister's Brow -new-
- I Ask You To Come Back Again -new-
- Our Country, Awake! -new-
- A Song For Soldiers/To Them Who Fight Fo... -new-
- As It Was Not A Dream
- Court Is The Machine
- One Day Morning
- Harkening Of Day
- Summer Is Mere A Dream
- Thy Foster-Child, O Nature
- Wish To Wander As Bees
- A Childhood Day
Pijush Biswas Poems
First Day To School
It is a winter morning The sun is arisen in the East To the God I'm praying In a splendour dawn, full of mist.
Life is like frozen ice Its body is hard and chill Life looks priceful and nice When all demands come out to fulfil
Let there be peace in the world! Let the hate be demolished utterly! Let the war cease!
The beach is with its summer face There utmost pleasure of mankind The tides are in their race And happy, are all mind
Don'T Be Upset
Ever, if comes darkness in life Don't be upset even for a little bit And, always keep it in mind that Forever darkness is followed by light.
I'm anxious about, shattered by Our country, bantered by others afar or nigh Where prevailing war and cotradiction are high. Where the evil-evokers eat Her high head
A Dear Tree
Not to touch, not to climb! Its breakable for tender limb! I would claim upon every fellow As mellow fruits grew yellow.
The corn-fields are in their autumn beauty The grazing path is dry And the sun is in his eternal duty The God listens to cultivators' cry.
Still They Await
I remember you, remember- And those gusty trees await, still, Tears glide to the sea, although; So, fate fears no bill
One darkening dusk and I feel sore, So I did return to the sea, my dear friend I did call him 'Dear', he did too And limitlessly time we did spend;
Sonnet12: Tyranny Ignites A Wicked In Ea...
Tyranny ignites a wicked in earthly modicum And tyranny, in a wicked's life grows his plume And he builds his home in duplicity, When all the world he deprives by engraved beauty.
Your compulsions upon me fairly increase And fire doth take place between you and I, More moderately I try, although your disease Enrapturously you nurture to make me lie.
The World Is Partial To Everyone
The holy dishes are senewy Although their lives never return- Some hens crave to reach Wherein dishes are made, yet;
I Stood Under The Cloudy Sky Alone
Under the cloudy sky stood I alone Gazing at flying falcons One by one they were descending down Some cows, anxious of their frown.
Two Mynas I Used To See
Two house mynas quarrel on the courtyard
Mother says 'stop them, let them not go out
Of the house'; and explains oft them as auspicious birds.
'Go Go! yet full-throat'd I shout.
Neither they hear, nor they fly up
Stolid, indifferent they are in altercation!
And press they one-another's cope
So dangerous the battle, so dreadful the vision!