Sonnet 53: Grief That Lays Aside Is So Full Of Tire Poem by Pijush Biswas

Grief that lays aside is so full of tire
When reckless deeds onto life jump as dead
Only but some messy minds survivor,
Gifted to the hall of fame or affair;
Some as mentors', some as disciples'creed
Some as disasters to make fall chair,
But both who would live, are but their sole minds
Either in truth, or unbistowed manner
But those who are defined good, of kinds,
And those who, only but seek in money
Rather to such emptiness pity wear,
Replacing minds unto not be honey
Lay, such as you are done, except not he
Teeming as if no more light would fall wee.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia