Pijush Biswas

Gold Star - 17,358 Points (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

Cud - Poem by Pijush Biswas

I had a dole, and couldn't go to Heaven
For I should have tried the rosy-bud often

She told her wrath, and I did not say anything
So, when felt queer about the bud I had felt a sting

Upon my bloody finger, which I could show
Although she might have answered me 'No'

Again I tried a second to make her mine
She, hence, told 'Okay, first I must opine'

'Is the rosy-bud there still? ', she told
I said, 'No, I have a pain, I could not hold'

So, in a prestigious manner she denied the bud
As if, more stingingly than it she did strike me to cud.



01/19/2016

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Topic(s) of this poem: fun


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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/19/2016 4:52:00 PM)


    Really very wonderful composition shared on fun topic. This gives clear picture about wise story. Interesting.10 (Report) Reply

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