O, Let Break Tyrants' Musk Poem by Pijush Biswas

Do you feel it wink? - a starry fay's cloud,
Do you run as fast as it floats across
To mimic a free wandering?
To fight immortality is not loss
Such with a morning which is not aloud.

Have an eye which sees through the dwan and dusk,
Have the foul to be your prey; O must sue,
An eye must be eye, and quite being
Sheathed, twenty and four hours must seek hue
To see of men; O, let break tyrants' musk.



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02/14/2017