Pijush Biswas

Gold Star - 6,605 Points [Blue Sky/Abbie Clare] (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

Pijush Biswas Poems

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

Here a maid-servant tired of washing dishes
'Let me sleep now, let me go' oft she claims
As little earnings do not satisfy, highly she wishes
But whene'er she evades works, on her the house-mother blames.

Here a maid-servant often wanders from door to door
Searches for a new service for she needs money more
But she never realizes that she is quite lazy in inner-side
Who will make her understand that devotion is the way

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