New Year lays by Spring's side
To such a consolation give
That all, a long, will be full of pride
Who doth aspire be under sun, live
When long a days we yearn, onwards
Haply, unconquer sounds descend
Happily flowers of sands be rewards
To an accompany who must not bend
Fine and cleverly, so full of warmth
As we act, yet to share dominion
Of ours, not stretching hands of any wrath-
Tides or waves of eternity can give pain
We are mere oblivion, said to be
Singing in gains, lamenting on woes
And rather us the year must see
If we don't be ingratitude to it's allows.
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
12/29/2016
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