Pijush Biswas Poems
|361.||A Question To Every Motherland||3/20/2016|
|363.||In Memory Of School||10/10/2015|
|367.||Pretty Night Wore It's Veil||8/26/2015|
|369.||Don'T Be Upset||1/20/2015|
|371.||Seven Children Came||11/18/2015|
|373.||To High Land Lass||3/12/2016|
|374.||A Ballad Of The Road In Village||11/5/2015|
|376.||As I Wander To Seek Beauty||6/25/2014|
|377.||A Dear Tree||5/11/2014|
|378.||Preface To Departure||10/11/2016|
|379.||Sonnet17: Like A Tale Whereof Thou Dwell I Love Thee||4/6/2016|
|382.||Devoted To Our Success||10/11/2017|
|383.||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 ...
Here a maid-servant tired of washing dishes
'Let me sleep now, let me go' oft she claims
As little earnings do not satisfy, highly she wishes
But whene'er she evades works, on her the house-mother blames.
Here a maid-servant often wanders from door to door
Searches for a new service for she needs money more
But she never realizes that she is quite lazy in inner-side
Who will make her understand that devotion is the way