Pijush Biswas

Silver Star - 3,348 Points [Blue Sky] (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. Scenario 2/6/2013
10. The Time When I Was Waiting For Her Coming 2/7/2013
11. Little King 2/8/2013
12. As I Dreamt A Dream At Corn-Fields 2/8/2013
13. Where The Virtue's Head Is Not High? 2/5/2013
14. Journey By Train Alone 3/12/2013
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. Fulfilled Wish 8/1/2013
20. Waiting For Meeting Her 8/4/2013
21. In A Snowy Evening In The Wood 11/18/2013
22. In A Darkling Night 11/29/2013
23. Let Me Drink 4/5/2014
24. Naughty Rajendra Kongar 4/5/2014
25. I Fear Not The Toil 4/8/2014
26. I Wander As A Cloud 4/8/2014
27. Litchi Tree 4/8/2014
28. Mysterious Flies 4/7/2014
29. Fear Not 4/9/2014
30. Come In Silence 4/13/2014
31. December's Coolness 4/14/2014
32. If You Leave Me 4/17/2014
33. A Little Boy Is A Sailor 4/6/2014
34. I Couldn'T But Remember Thee 4/7/2014
35. A Single Star Says 4/7/2014
36. To A New Bride 4/6/2014
37. A Hunting For Tiger 4/6/2014
38. A New Light 4/6/2014
39. To The Well Wishers Of Society 4/27/2014
40. Ghost 5/25/2014
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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Scenario

Alone, I sat beside a window
In a house, near by human habitation
'Mid the sky flying kites, red and yellow
The battle of kites, and exhibition.
One on a sudden loses the owner
Lads and lasses begin cry, even louder.

'Catch, catch it' shouted they 'and run! '
A soft heart, breaking, began to weep

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