Pijush Biswas Poems

Now, the fountains are dry
The hills claim upon Summer
- Lest, all daffodils cry
For a draught, to be fancy dreamer.
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Like a tale whereof thou dwell I love thee
Had I nought ever, nor cult yesterday too
Yet I unwrought today by self to be
For thou hast tale where birds woo
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Not to touch, not to climb!
Its breakable for tender limb!
I would claim upon every fellow
As mellow fruits grew yellow.
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Day's thirsty men utter they will die in dryness
And moan for night, when all fairness come in disguise
Why do they not lament for water in stress
When only the Lotus live lives to amaze
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His puppy doll may lose way
O Sun, feed it with thy ray
All are back to home, this eve
Know, Shyam will never leave
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There was a pond dried with summer heat
Where grew Kashful, long, too long to play;
Under the azure skies, near our school
Happily we spent days beyond the clay- -
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O come, say, no more days to wait
O high land lass, bait again!
Let portrait thy land by thy trait
And go all shadows of pain.
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The beach is with its summer face
There utmost pleasure of mankind
The tides are in their race
And happy, are all mind
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God, thou hast sent messengers again and again
in age to ages
to the pitiless world- -
They, went saying 'Forgive all', went saying 'Love-
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O thou, clever one of winged beings
Thou art very much fleeting
Whene'er see I thee on wings;
When, on the air thou floating
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