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
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