Pijush Biswas

Gold Star - 12,098 Points [Blue Sky/Abbie Clare] (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

Pijush Biswas Poems

1. Scenario 2/6/2013
2. The Time When I Was Waiting For Her Coming 2/7/2013
3. Little King 2/8/2013
4. As I Dreamt A Dream At Corn-Fields 2/8/2013
5. Little Parrot 2/14/2013
6. Yearning 2/15/2013
7. Daily Routine 2/15/2013
8. Trip To Digha 2/16/2013
9. Moon 2/19/2013
10. Untimely Rain 2/21/2013
11. Journey By Train Alone 3/12/2013
12. Speak Truth 7/16/2013
13. Thirty Ducks 7/20/2013
14. My Life Till Now 7/20/2013
15. I Will 7/24/2013
16. Where The Virtue's Head Is Not High? 2/5/2013
17. Fulfilled Wish 8/1/2013
18. Waiting For Meeting Her 8/4/2013
19. In A Snowy Evening In The Wood 11/18/2013
20. In A Darkling Night 11/29/2013
21. A Little Boy Is A Sailor 4/6/2014
22. I Couldn'T But Remember Thee 4/7/2014
23. A Single Star Says 4/7/2014
24. To A New Bride 4/6/2014
25. A Hunting For Tiger 4/6/2014
26. A New Light 4/6/2014
27. I Fear Not The Toil 4/8/2014
28. I Wander As A Cloud 4/8/2014
29. Litchi Tree 4/8/2014
30. Mysterious Flies 4/7/2014
31. Fear Not 4/9/2014
32. Come In Silence 4/13/2014
33. December's Coolness 4/14/2014
34. If You Leave Me 4/17/2014
35. Ghost 5/25/2014
36. To Dead Lilly 6/1/2014
37. Sonnet1: Direction 6/1/2014
38. Sonnet2: History May Remember It 6/9/2014
39. Husband 6/17/2014
40. What Brain Says 'Oft We Fail To Earn 6/17/2014
Best Poem of Pijush Biswas

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.
'Let me stay well, let my wish be fulfilled'
To the God I urge my will.

I'm both anxious and curious
As its my first day to the school
'My son, go now' asks my mother pious
And I go wearing a sweater made of wool
'I shall not go, I shall not go', I shout
Listening thrilling stories from other's mouth.

Beating or grasping ears in own hand-
All punishing methods are well-known
'Do the home-work and reach before band',
One said ...

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To The Great Tailor

O the great tailor, the God's unique creation
Let me touch your feet, get your blessing.
Adorned your hands by Him and your endless mission
And whatever you create, to all really pleasing
Tactfull your hands are, I know;
And to make cloths beautifully your vow.

The days are running on, fatefull your existences are
Though you're of mortal beings, your creation will remain forever.

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