How a fabric tune sounds much, a question;
Not be idle, nor be unclinged; sustain!
Happier lot be until lost motion
Thou hast dominion, not be of pain
The deep sea is not made of one mere drop,
Worthier than more reclining shadows;
Those who return, but, n'er risen to hope
Is better gone worthy fall; it allows.
The Western cliffs much better with lot peaks,
Meant by volcanos' fire, which, long last by
Years to years; And icy-puddings are weaks
Two and two makes four, add or multiply
For, honesty is strength, here, in progress
Thou may be blind by someone, but it fills;
And someone like thee who were in beast's dress,
Must come to humanity, - as thy drills.
Place: Srirampur, Nadia
9/8/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Biswas. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks