Thy Foster-Child, O Nature Poem by Pijush Biswas
Thy Foster-Child, O Nature
I, thy foster-child, O Nature
Swear! I tell to thee
Thy pretty mystery sucks my tear
And what happened to be
Neither I love nor hate
But 'twas a history to portray
Again and again and again!
By my desirous flame;
Not claim, nor blame!
I'm yet thy fond-son
'Twas little unawareness
And petty, once, I won
What did me suppress, know?
- - Less smile.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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4/25/2024 10:09:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The pretty mystery sucks the tear in amazing manner. Petty once you own. Wonderful drafting shared.