At Thy Death Poem by Pijush Biswas

Life blues in Eternity
Or departs earthly glow
In some pardoners' way.
All rustic intolerant woe
Which beneath the pity
Will be rustless one day,
At thy death.

Crooked, unrapturous that name
Again, will call back
At thy death all
On a restless sack
When all thy fame
Again, them will call
O, at thy death.

Where thou wert once
By the shire of trodden path
Must burn into sun
And the unknown aftermath
Will be weighed a pounce
Or, little remain undone
At thy death.

Those grasses which grew in dews
Those roads which thou met
Those ladies who smilled to thee
All, at thy death
Unclingingly, must refuse
Thee, upon thy death to be
Again, a life to Eternity's rule.



11/22/2015