I Fear If I Could Poem by Pijush Biswas

Two and half years were happy, and I, fine-
Twisting shadowy goals, no reedy tune
Could be heard, those were not yours' and least mine
While wholesome today exceeds sandy dune;
No a beauty mars hearts if these subdue.
I am prettier than you, now, who's dim
Such in complexity pranks bolt in dew,
I am better freaky, who seem not grim;
Entertaining half a way who goes far
Is, to whom no a bar encircling
Nor in Love, nor in Vainness, nor in Care!
Vex'd dream is not a dream, having not fling
- - O, seeming how a hallucination,
Fainting in weariness, or stupid;
And later be renew my heart, plays on
Till I seek one, standard, who seems not hid.





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12/07/2016