As I Say To Be Again Me Poem by Pijush Biswas

As I Say To Be Again Me



It's a satureday afternoon, while I'm sitting beside window, thinking that what I did, it's not a matter now, but sometimes these give me, as if, I'm feeling tired of recalling those moments. I'm feeling, yesterday that I wanted to get, though lost by some of my mistakes, are yet to be close now with remembrances that recur me. You may know, life is not an empty space where we can wander with our will, it's sometimes gives us pain, sometimes pleasure at different moments of life. We are just mere players of Nature, and what it and how it pursue and push us to different situations, still unknown, but we, if ever try to realize it, must get ride off it and may have a true solution, not only to an end that has an flourished accompany. I love reason. I love to have friends. though you may not know that infact I'm a failure whose doom was somehow was not so written to be a poet, yet I'm; yes I'm, but all seeming to have a true company now is being changed, while I've got my mind back to nature. Why I'm telling so, I'm, I'm telling so that I could not once have those Natural guides.Now I can write, I can sing, I can dance to the rhythms of nature.So far as I say, its Nature's first.I said beauty never blind us; oh, if you know some happen to Nature also. I was victim of my own faults, those gradually seemed to have an increase day by day and now while the true realization came inside me, I feel, I'm so not built that I could not seek Nature's true aspects. It is not guilt to speak high, or to speak loud. If true ambition is the better thing in life, is just to have a true mind. Only a fever of joy does not last, its not a show that has no remedy and
can not seek it's reason, for, not having a actual Nature its just fallen after to a pain; thus, while I could understand, many a shadows of a bundle, are united and go an one, these liable to be one in a line and decrease it's intensity for the future to have another chance to be light with.Mystery takes place twice; one, while you are open-eyed, and this is to have a joy, but silently; another, while, you are blind to have pain with a mistake seeming that it is joy, but loudly.

I may be one, you may be of one but remember, never do without thinking; it may fidget you, and make fall into hole.

Just care.

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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas

Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India
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