Swoan Poem by Pijush Biswas

The rain was swoan and Time was free
Only as a child I awake,
Beneath the tree, beside the lake
My home wasn't much as the bird wee

So only with an eye I see
That only a favour may last;
So an old things die,and I glee
Upon coming these things to past

But to be sure I lay aside,
And so only some years fill me
All things but a sheer better plea
Make know,all're but preys of tide.



Pijush Biswas
4.5.2018
Srirampur, Nadia