Well Wishers Often Be Down Poem by Pijush Biswas

Well Wishers Often Be Down



She called me as a duck, and blithe
Into her freeky heart came down
And I moan in disgrace, and with
Filthy mind she wears royal gown.

I went to fetch water, for
All roses, withered and dancing, upon my haunch
Poured their allure
Again, to plunge into a chance.
I was quite worthy to be anyone's pray
I paced slowly upward
And my heartache did my pitcher allay
Although I had no word.
But she, in her profound sapience
To my pitcher did cast her lance;
It thousand pieces in a span
Became, when I was late or vain.

Well Wishers Often Be Down
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas

Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India
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