At Nature's Lap Poem by Pijush Biswas

For I see, unto the skies beechens come
Weary; an undecorated manner!
Among the trees I could not lend my home
To a matter who farewelled to me,
I was aback for an ecstacy far
Such as shepherd takes rest in pleasant lea
And I see the winter wear, until spring
Comes, and fills himself with the morning's gear
That's only a snow-flake, but palsy thing;
An hour, to live at Nature's lap is good
Shouting, as if, all is ours' and no fear
To lift, to dance with recollected mood.






COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS

01/15/2017