The Unblamenesses Allay Wounds Poem by Pijush Biswas

The Unblamenesses Allay Wounds

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If you late go, or make me prey
Not even I, blame you lingering;
In silence of vainness, and I say,
'O, both of us are faint in pride, nay? '
For, both of us the vanity does sting
And wounds the unblamenesses allay.

Saturday, December 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas

Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India
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