Mountain Poem by Pijush Biswas

So, in deep, tyrants rise their high head
But only for a few moments; so what?
The old bustling movements thus not shed.
Impity pervades though in single shot,
Many a bodies, full of unquenchable
Thirst and hunger must not shade old glory
Few thus art yet unborn, ye, to shovel
The fring'd dock of injustice, worry,
The brave hearts ne 'er refuse to be late
In, either be dead or meant to be true
Only some manures which pearsue gate
So with an eye, open and glossy, rue;
Laughters, only with some repeatations
Last, but are due to some mingling so ways
For, best of truth always rest in motions
'Cause, both they dwell in the light and darkness -
The sensitive power of limbs; no more,
You, the sole enterprise of world must not thus crawl
That's all that you had yesterdays' must wear
Upon, you sucked in past better, role
What's so a called incumbent, ask me,
The breakers of silence in mountain
Are but those it's little tommy sea
Breaking into bits but better they win.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia