Sonnet16: All Things Are Mortal At God's Fair Will Poem by Pijush Biswas

All things are mortal at God's fair will
All things die when is His one dear call at them
Otherwise, we, all in levity the earth fill
With the dearthness of depth of tearful dream.
One who haveth, is His unruffled plume
When in none He dethroned by him
As said previously, all's deaths in desire bloom
Or, fair desire never fails to fill at life's brim
If you had toil, or fair breathe in work
If you had pledge to Him, and never deny
I, thy uncountable foe, must have a York
Saying, - desire what can be filled before you die,
What less fertile is our mind
What much we do is what we can't bind.



01/10/2016


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