Treasure Island

Pijush Biswas

(12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

Fear Not


Fear not the hot-summer's rages!
Whereas you had done your deed long ago;
Must you get thoroughly the wages
As thousand miles in life yet to go.
Though there are much to perform,
Leave in life a beautiful norm.

Fear not the tyrant's red eye!
Whereas you are born as a human-being.
Let him go to dust, let his pride die;
Break the walls of lie, tear his wing
Of flying high over the common men.
Let's have against them a strong pen!

Fear not! fall in clinging love in life-
It may give you pleasure and heart peace
There is neither cruelty nor hit of knife.
Worship it's dominating figure, and preach-
Hence, it's shadow must extend into vast
Not summer's rage, nor red eye will last.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014

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