Pijush Biswas

Silver Star - 3,340 Points (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

Satire-1 - Poem by Pijush Biswas

I'm anxious about, shattered by
Our country, bantered by others afar or nigh
Where prevailing war and cotradiction are high.
Where the evil-evokers eat Her high head
Where they drink Her blood laying on the bed.
Astonished I'm, to where have we gone?
Is there any solution or remedy for
Our country, our motherland where we are born?
Ever will the door of our hope be opened slightly more?
As if, our country is full of zigzag thought and road.
Someone said to me 'Don't utter more, they may cut your throat.'


Comments about Satire-1 by Pijush Biswas

  • Gold Star - 5,111 Points Abdulrazak Aralimatti (4/2/2015 7:15:00 AM)

    Admiring one. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,563 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/15/2013 4:03:00 AM)

    Don't utter more, they may cut your throat, fine. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,910 Points Dave Walker (7/15/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    A great poem, like it, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013


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