In Silence - Poem by Pijush Biswas
Someday she came knocking at window-pane
When my sorrowy silence stood at brim
Of my mind; and could I meagre obtain
The unblemished consolation from esteem.
I thought it might be vain my eager whim
Of having her bossomed, again to my cult
Yet, nor she, nor her estimation was so trim
Just as unfair as tortuous stream fell tumult.
By the sea, near rolling sea-waves as stands someone
And ungrinned waves, as they touch his feet
And feel like as if he had not been never alone
As just as it, I had not had those days meet.
And, in memory I still feel those days never
To come, for, she now is not yet at my control
Or, like two birds, amorous, who never were
To be, now astonish everyone whole.
She came knocking at my window-pane to know
If I were even as fair as the last moon
Whose fairness surpasses all those who avow
Or, who, whether in cloudy or clear skies never atone.
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