Life Is Poem by Pijush Biswas

Life is a vessel's state, far and clear
Clinged to hope; wholesomely it'd be to vow
That all too mine, but I'd rather be
Quite fit than it affords.I had a prayer-
'I'll eat, grow fast, never fight to live'
O, now, is a failure but a bad dream,
As I saw it had blend of both-pithy and emptiness.
The rough wind always blows fast
And caresses, as if, teemed from foe's breathe
Must have been an unwitman's count;
A banian is a tree which truely remind-
That all we have is totally not ours,
We just should care little about,
For whereof fair weather declares not diversely
Impity inhance woe, bitterness and bite.