Pijush Biswas

Silver Star - 3,672 Points (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

A Dear Tree - Poem by Pijush Biswas

Not to touch, not to climb!
Its breakable for tender limb!
I would claim upon every fellow
As mellow fruits grew yellow.

'Twas a Guava tree on courtyard-
Shrill sound of chirping bird
Or, shadow of the fruit tree
'Oft led me to get relief out of lee.

So I did no mistake to turn
It heart-felt beauty, or to earn
Perfection in my reckoning hand
In making wall 'tween band.

Its too weak, yet quite fruitfull
So much I loved it; they're null-
'O a petty mistake may harm it! '
So I made it lone and discrete.

But dear things last brief in life
It's life, as uneasy as ride on cliff.
As our love is too heavy to be bore
By it, eternity pulls it back ever before.

Its a gruesome night she came
The heartless storm-to make lame
The earth, even all beings; or to mow
My dear tree, making it's head bow.


Comments about A Dear Tree by Pijush Biswas

  • Gold Star - 27,492 Points Edward Kofi Louis (8/28/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    Nice work with the muse of your style dedicated to this tree. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 30,362 Points Valsa George (8/25/2015 4:33:00 AM)

    Guava trees are very flexible, but quite sturdy. So a wind cannot easily break it! It might, of course bow under the wind's might! As Yash has commented, a beautiful concluding stanza! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 122 Points Yash Shinde (5/25/2014 6:40:00 AM)

    Its a gruesome night she came
    The heartless storm-to make lame
    The earth, even all beings; or to mow
    My dear tree, making it's head bow
    ________________________________

    A classy end....! The way you personified the storm and tree is commendable! Kudos!
    I invite you to read my poem-To bosom thee...I'll rise (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 122 Points Yash Shinde (5/25/2014 6:39:00 AM)

    Its a gruesome night she came
    The heartless storm-to make lame
    The earth, even all beings; or to mow
    My dear tree, making it's head bow
    ________________________________

    A classy end....! The way you personified the storm and tree is commendable! Kudos! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 11, 2014


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