Sonnet 46: No A Cupid's Work Seems To Be An Art Poem by Pijush Biswas

No a Cupid's work seems to be an art
Even blest by some incompleteness e'er
That may lead downward a genius heart
For he casts disgrace upon it; for, he
Shuns all earthly perfect wear, but pursuits
Late a night who waits, but failure e'er be
Only as a star who's in a quietness
Close to dark, rather aloof from the light
Further, intent not to be in brightness
Nor an eye can pass by, with severe cult
To endeep evaluation so tight
Overall deploys himself, cause's sult,
No, better work denies, but mere as child
Where only but many come back, less build.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia
19.09.2017