An undying memory e'er comes by
Debonairness; futilities amain
Thro' dark, vehemently veil; and these try
Under such ambient new endeavour
As the woozy flowers sail amongst gail
And what an embassy thy life-long choir!
Unto the success when thou o'en-eyed peer
And it's reclining on thy hand, not far
Till thou art one whosefor made no a jeer
For thou art ignited thyself in task
And foil listed itself in foible, now,
And pretty dwells memory in mask;
Fairly flow'd it until bower be down
To a world, where everything is our own.
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
01/07/2017
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