Pijush Biswas Poems

As immature fruits she allures
As if, over the hill of my mind wind blows
And my blue-eyed armour incurs
Flightily tension, or hardly allows
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Many years gone by
After I had lost my School-days
Tears fill eyes-
When I watch boys and girls going in those blue dresses.
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In vineyard, beneath vine tree
Two thieves would mutter in glee
There vines to all though were free
Vines in hands they would flee.
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If dream comes wrong, and truth fades under veil
'Tis better work than silent moaning on it silently;
A truest soul- always a real diamond, that all expel
'Oft to the dreary desert of forgetfulness, casually.
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Naught, to remorse live-long is but a suicide?
'Tis great sign- - it does chant countless name
'Tis great- - divinely great, when culprit puts out blame
Or, in depth belief grows, and bitter souls subside.
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This holy mind is too heavy to be born
Knows little about aftermath
Nothing but all he hath
Witty, although outworn.
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If thou hadst become hot summer of darling May
Or, filled me with thy warmth I might have been thine
Although quite unfit to thy arms, I could equally lay
To thy lap, and I become fed on winking wine.
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We were Ten; although half-grown old
Now, peep through clouds still
Long at a distance the sun does fill
Our minds, with happiness sold.
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As mild as a Lamb He did play
As meek as a Lamb He did speak
'Twas a tyrant, now stands for 'Hay'
Him did cast, Him bitterly beat with stick.
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A leaf has a beauty
Wants to make it double
The sun does his duty
Always gives it soul.
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