I shall not fade into thy memory
And fear, while darling bud of the May
Will show that thou art queen of sheer glory
Sheening into thy vow that will not shade
With an entwining shadow, very day,
When paltry tree leaves will be outdated;
Winter sees thy mystery at a glance
Not to be far from season's round dole
And to such an intent my mind will dance
An hour, only, but great embellishment
For, thou art such Dryad; who dost have role
Unto a winged journey, 'oft, which's sent
To palsy shake, - to live an hour's love
By thee is to pay thy debt with full grove.
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
01/07/2017
[Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in 2018]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem