Pijush Biswas Poems
|363.||A Question To Every Motherland||3/20/2016|
|366.||Don'T Be Upset||1/20/2015|
|368.||Seven Children Came||11/18/2015|
|370.||To High Land Lass||3/12/2016|
|371.||A Ballad Of The Road In Village||11/5/2015|
|373.||As I Wander To Seek Beauty||6/25/2014|
|374.||A Dear Tree||5/11/2014|
|375.||Sonnet17: Like A Tale Whereof Thou Dwell I Love Thee||4/6/2016|
|376.||Preface To Departure||10/11/2016|
|379.||First Day To School||11/19/2013|
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First Day To School
It is a winter morning
The sun is arisen in the East
To the God I'm praying
In a splendour dawn, full of mist.
'Let me stay well, let my wish be fulfilled'
To the God I urge my will.
I'm both anxious and curious
As its my first day to the school
'My son, go now' asks my mother pious
And I go wearing a sweater made of wool
'I shall not go, I shall not go', I shout
Listening thrilling stories from other's mouth.
Beating or grasping ears in own hand-
All punishing methods are well-known
'Do the home-work and reach before band',
One said ...
So little king you are
People will find you, somewhere in the war
You would be forever in their mind
Lets me tell 'You are quite little, but in heart kind'
Will remain ever and ever things done by you
I know, never it would be few.
Your name must bring to you fame
Feel I, whenever watch I your game.