Don't Stand Aloof, If E'er Comes Wind Poem by Pijush Biswas

Don't stand aloof, if e'er comes wind
Success, in earthly loom, is stake
Not a Gothic recline, but kind;
To vanquish filthy wear, must make
With conjured decree thou opine
Retreating not steps, which, divine
And far to go, ne'er ceased be.

Glided by will, often, we go
Than, to relinquish bad habit
Whereby listed cemetery woe-
O, care the wind, seems to be lit
Clinging wherein it, hence, must do;
- A better weapon can't be wee,
Is what no one made e'er to see.

To wind, melodramatic fair!
To fight this must thee apparel
Bad man ne'er be ceased, not a hair
E'en not a content, words to tell;
Being prettier than them don't allow
To participate, e'en from now
Then, care much thy dominion.

To wind, frolic utility!
Replenished with undearth care
Or, cherished by amity
To whom all a Gospels' aware;
And, not to wind, just is pity
Wherefore, fear is here e'er reknown
And there where head is goosery down.







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11/05/2016