Spring Love Poem by Pijush Biswas

If you come to say and deny my priority
The new born Spring will murmur into your ears
With it's purity; and still they will love with ditty-
The old lovers, who have gone old by years to years.
The Springtide will bring them to fulfillment
And they will grasp the tides of west sea
Until the Moon wanes, before their love go by,
I say, - not even a leaf will fall, or be
Wrinkled by heat, if we stay everyday nigh.
Nor a jab of jealousy of the city-pent
Will bring us to suffer fever of present,
The Spring skies with clouds will stretch
To vast as far as it can once who went
Wrong, and occupy the capacity to trace
Our love; and the trees will be shaded by leaves
Or, flowers, will shower with fragrance again
If you come to say and deny my priority
The new born Spring, thus, recover our pain.



02/20/2016

[Published in his self-published book 'Some Suitable Words', in 2018]