My Spending The Last Year,2018 Poem by Pijush Biswas

So deep and hot, that I felt- the year, gone
No such marvellous could I do, but
Bewildering mind, in repeatation;
Lock of air could not yet protect my hut
The best chance 'er comes early, but I failed
So that a long masted voyage of mine
Could not lift as monkey, or be so tailed
So I could not live life with lofty green, -
The ransacking mind then retired to work
Love of soul detached itself from taunting
Which, but society-aided people serve
Though, not later renewed, but not bring
An rhythm of joy, - so depressed and foul
I was wandering, here and there, to see
Where last but every eternal like dole
If I could understand myself to be
Such, that presses itself to be 'lways good
Rather I might have been so that early
Brings forth life, and explore an easy mood.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia