Biography of Pijush Biswas
Pijush Biswas was born on 12 July,1988 at Srirampur, Nadia in West Bengal.He has great interest in writing poems both in English and Bengali languages.By one decade he has been pursued widely on this educational ground.He is the only son of his parents.His father's name is Manoranjan Biswas, was a business man and mother is Papi Biswas, a home-maker.Pijush's poetic career began with a influence on his personal love-life.He began writing since October,2012.
He was brought up in an adjoining family since he was born in 1988.Though he was alone by his parents, he took great share of life with his cousins for about 15 years.He was very shy in nature and always refused to take part in different programmes, yet he was quite good in study.His childhood mostly spent in Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal at his father's home.
Pijush went to " Rajarmath R.K.A High School(H.S) " in his school life where he continued his study till 2005, and passed Madhyamik and Higher Secondary respectively
in 2003 and 2005. He earned Graduation under " University Of Calcutta" in 2008 from " Dinabandhu Mahavidhyalaya, Bongaon" where he continued to go for three years.He was Graduate with English language.Hence he travelled about 1000 km. by train to take admission in an eminent college under " C.S.J.M. University, Kanpur" for his Post-graduation in 2010.There he was Post-graduate with English language with some difficulties, though it was completed.
Having got services in a govt. aided school in 2013 he was shifted to Malda, West Bengal as professional where he has rented a little home to stay.There he lives with his mother as he is unmarried and father is recently died on 25 December,2015.
- An April Night: Fresh And Clear -new-
- Pity Has A Saddest Name -new-
- Sonnet17: Like A Tale Whereof Thou Dwell...
- All Things Die
- A Question To Every Motherland
- Fly-Fly! O Bird
- I Wandered By The Margin Of Bay
- To High Land Lass
- On A Bird Who Died
- One Dusty Evening
- Flippant Lines 2
- Flippant Lines 1
- About A 70 Aged Man Who Sold Days
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.
Sonnet17: Like A Tale Whereof Thou Dwell...
Like a tale whereof thou dwell I love thee Had I nought ever, nor cult yesterday too Yet I unwrought today by self to be For thou hast tale where birds woo
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!
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.
His puppy doll may lose way O Sun, feed it with thy ray All are back to home, this eve Know, Shyam will never leave
A Ballad Of The Road In Village
Day's thirsty men utter they will die in dryness And moan for night, when all fairness come in disguise Why do they not lament for water in stress When only the Lotus live lives to amaze
There was a pond dried with summer heat Where grew Kashful, long, too long to play; Under the azure skies, near our school Happily we spent days beyond the clay- -
Seven Children Came
They were seven children Clever and wise, And did not know me Who was only I, a better man.
To High Land Lass
O come, say, no more days to wait O high land lass, bait again! Let portrait thy land by thy trait And go all shadows of pain.
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 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.
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
So little king you are
People will find you, somewhere in the war
You would be forever in their mind
Lets me tell 'You are quite little, but in heart kind'
Will remain ever and ever things done by you
I know, never it would be few.
Your name must bring to you fame
Feel I, whenever watch I your game.