About A 70 Aged Man Who Sold Days Poem by Pijush Biswas

He walked as fast as Sun passes
And cleverly rounded about Hamlet
Though he died of meagre mess,
Was there none to know or let
Him, upset and unfair to be
In some glories of world.

By the shire of sea, people wander
And play utmost to fulfillment
But one who could not endear
Is none but he, the unpatent
Or, leaning against human kind
Were not competent he told.

On a wintry morning, near sea
While groaning under Tamarisk
Came he, - stole, that was fair to be
And lost all those were brisk
And there were none to see
The shrunken hard and the old.

He was a man who could share
Life, to children he gave birth
Yet, not made home, nor sphere
In world; so remained a heath
Among gallopers till he does bind
Life within 70 age, by days sold.



03/02/2016