Pijush Biswas Quotes
'''Let the storm come, still I'll remain at the same flowery branch as a flower unless I have strength till I being shed considering the branch perfect'''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''Beauty does not create itself; it's seed is to be buried into every ground and appeals a better nourishment to be a plant like'''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''Hope is a butterfly which carries catalogue of colors throughout life'''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''Craziness is like naphthalene which exists only in a internality and vanishes when outside'''- - Pijush Biswas, [12 July,1988]
'''Friend is a foe who wastes your time'''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''Home is a word, abstract in realization'.''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''Memory is the fruit of thorough cultivation in a brain, dies unless'.''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''You can't expose the truth, unless you are a speaker'.''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''Always try to be giver rather than be a taker, for always a giver has a world whereof a taker is mere a inhabitant'.''- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
'''Time is abstract for we can't hold,- - Pijush Biswas, Indian Poet, [12 July,1988]
and tide is worthy to be old,
for tide comes at every different time
and fills the earth with different whim'.''
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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