Sonnet27: To Such A Man, When Village Recalls Him Poem by Pijush Biswas

To such a man, when village recalls him
'Tis very fine that it relates wisely
Who is clear, and straight as my rondel rhyme
Almost same to declaimer of the Love
Not only an hour, seeming to be grey,
That not only a bud may shake above
So he comes as to be diurnal sun light
To speak all minds of stored quivering;
And to be gay is not overdone right
As same as clouds play in favour of wind
O such we are jocund, such it brings thing
That only power of Love can all us bind
When, at such ugly things the world dies by
Mazily we see with immortal eye.





01/02/2017

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