Sonnet 44: Ah, What Shall There Be If Thou Under Growth Poem by Pijush Biswas

Ah, what shall there be if thou under growth
Nor fear, nor accident! better worthy,
Until age increases; better it doth.
Demand surpasses all the worldly pass
To seem that eventually; so, die
All those meandering tries, under the mass
Last to thy depth sinks aim, and thou art name
Likely late the sun who rises in cloud
And favour suits not to thee till thou'rt lame,
Then heart breaks fragilably in thousand;
Petty be awake, and dip in cry, loud,
That may solve, and bring relief wind in sand
Where only last horizon in long sleep,
Place, a lovely, only but thou who art deep.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia
15/09/2017