Sonnet 64: I Want To Keep My Hands So On Your Head Poem by Pijush Biswas

I want to keep my hands so on your head
To bless or to grasp you out of danger
Likely you diamond, and none can tread;
So it's the ages, dark and dim in
Those who're rather living, are ranger
And wherefore who fail are not so much sheen-
Let's somebody do at fall of your will
Let's somebody fill you with his good mean
So that you can be filled with such a drill
And moonly night beams talk to you so far
And life being an operation be green
Such a manner 'tween lovers can bring care
And, to an end, of which, you so agree
Must come down and fill you with such a glee.





Place: Srirampur, Nadia
Date: 08/09/2019