For Heros Poem by Pijush Biswas

Greatest of the greats! No mourns suit to thee,
Favour of luck's pity consolation!
Than a material gift death better be
And no a pride easy wrecks a motion;
No bitter truth's a gale, forever; No,
Nor an eye is true if anger dwells in,
As of sea many pearls last in thy woe
Country people! Lethe-wards dreamer, but sheen
In thy immortality; I fear not,
Thousand a beams paltry cause fade; e'er, yet
Where eternity meets the depth? shot,
That brought thee, called, by, ancient sun-set-
Live in, like, summer which's in numberless
Our dots of inks count somewhere in numbness;
Somewhere it brings politie, indulgent
Some songs are fade, for, extra saltry food,
Vile conspiracy under city-pent,
This yet, think, Death, - bringsforth lives to brood
So, an illimuniti, having no
Such to thy death same, contemporary,
Groan, afield, in unfulfillments which sue
Thus, a country floats, like, in starry-fays
No longer, cheer the enemies hereby;
And identity whereby hides perfect
The laws, must reflect, try in, but be bay
Of love, unsealed cost of guys, friend and mate
For, eyes shade in tears and shells, those, blown
To free us more, by mere consolation.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia
04/09/2017