Pijush Biswas Poems

If you late go, or make me prey
Not even I, blame you lingering;
In silence of vainness, and I say,
'O, both of us are faint in pride, nay? '
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I would see a girl sit on her terrace
And I would wander by, everyday
And thought to meet her, face to face.
Days after days passedby, yet I couldn't say-
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The days were jocund, now gone;
Although we may'st be happy more in that array,
Twelve years of merry life now atone
Our minds, to be on Spring's spray.
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Mother, I'll make for thee a hut, a nest of peace,
Where only the happiness will be dominating
Where everyone will be affectionate to others
Where no mists of doubt will be densified
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'Whose mistresses these are? ', I farewell to it
As they cheat so well, - in Eastern pride or vanity;
So far they can travell the ways when all eat
Some dishes, but one done to make someone pity?
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In a snowy evening
I was wandering in a wood
When gloomy were all human being
And surrounding were in darkling mood.
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Come in silence to me
Not as afflicting one
But as the queen of my heart
To stay live-long in my mind.
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Shivering coolness all around
My village, my native land
Under the December; whisper's sound
Of the humankind, attended in band
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You may wipe my name out
From your heart, or feign-
Not to be mine, but be other's;
Yet I'll not blame, nor claim!
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A little boy,
Never enamoured with the toy
To his mother 'oft exposed a desire
Of sailing on the sea so dire.
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