Awake Up Poem by Pijush Biswas

One day when I awoke up in morning,
Some martins adviced, and said to sing

I said, "well, I count fever, I won't "
For, the last summer, as I did, was blunt;

The birds were so at a peak, and bestowed
That I could not but count myself as odd

They say, -if, anyone tries hard must come
To the end of faults, and reach to the home

Same as dim and gloomy dwan sun rises up
At morning's beginning and nothing's drop

First, glitters the atmosphere with first hand
And middley light up world with brand

Then, with sombre dips into sea by water
To heap, all together, win and failure

Too an ideal work takes time to win
Why even great work's thus hardness' forlorn;

Much, as the birds said so now I try so
And feel, as if, "well, counted, for, I havn't woe "

If, ever true mate comes early, ye,
Success and mate together comes to play.