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.
'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 ...
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.