I Must Move The Clouds Of Mind Of Your Father-Child Poem by Pijush Biswas

Like the soaring silence
You and your father-child
Although I was agree to mania,
Did cast my proposal into dust.
What less I had?
Know the reason, if, ever you want-
What much I did to you, may
Now be your stick to beat again the drum.
No! No!
If clouds enshroud the Earth,
Or, the Earth falls into darkness
Ever the Earth shouts in disgust?
Lets take me thus!
Let the Sun again blaze,
And clouds go forever.
I'm prepared for you, my love!
Count the days, finger to finger;
Your dear one, still
May move the clouds of mind
Of your father-child.

Dear, in shrinking water, 'tis better
Go, and wet for awhile;
No the reason, no sign of veil
Would ever take place
To stop being my hands on you.
Now, let me sleep-
Now, let me release the bond....