All Things Die Poem by Pijush Biswas
All Things Die
All things die; what immortality fades not by years
We laied wasting our time into mere conjured decree
We lost ourselves by dainty illuminative fears
And cared little, - how city ravens fly upon air free.
That reign, that could have been high or low
Was obliged by ransacking utterances of freedom
To descend; Mughal or British who had not woe-
Although they had azure skies of chilling dome?
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