Harkening Of Day Poem by Pijush Biswas
Harkening Of Day
As the gardener's love was dark and dim
'Twas harkening of day;
Pity mystery voids him
Or, he dies in a truant's alley.
The days went swoon
For, more he loved to avoid work
When the garden's flowers atone-
One after one,
Soon or late,
They touch the ground.
Then came the day,
Unfavourable to him
And he dies in a parallel way
When even one flower was not found
To cover on
His deadly state.
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