Sonnet 43: If The Immortality Were So Cheap Poem by Pijush Biswas

If the immortality were so cheap
And drag all thou hectic sense to the blue
It would rather be bug, that must not leap
And shallow depth, knowledge, than better worth;
Let it be death that doesn't meet, or glue
The present, nor past, nor future a growth
Must not sing universal, for, it's thou
Nevertheless untried to be a true
Simply, for the sun or moon those avow
To give, to make sink or dive much as proof
Again, a self which's far better in hue-
Work's so a better means to be aloof
From neoteric that cover to be ideal
And not death meets immortal than do real.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia
07/09/2017