To High Land Lass Poem by Pijush Biswas
To High Land Lass
O come, say, no more days to wait
O high land lass, bait again!
Let portrait thy land by thy trait
And go all shadows of pain.
Old meadows, glades- - all are still
Although unglistening at thy absence
Winter is gone, Farewell!
Yet, all pain my sense.
There are dried moires of Grove
Falling, bewildered by past;
Though happily reared by Love
Of thee, all's too aghast.
Soon or late, will fly the pies
Baffling rainbow hue
Among trees, amid skies
At the fall of old-restored dew.
The rivulet, once who was fleet
Will rise again at thy touch
Or, when thy sickle will meet
To the next season much.
03/13/2016
(Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in January,2018)
The poet have a deep and committed friendship on this world and nature that visible in the poem which I likes.
To give life back to the dried landscape, the poet invites the highland lass! I wonder if the poet is inviting spring! A fine write!
thank you madam..., i want to say this is a poem which came out of my imaginations.i tried my best to compose it.if it continues to get such comments from you it must have a place which is beyond my goal.thanks again.
There are dried moires of Grove Falling, bewildered by past; ....very amazing composition is outlined about season in this context. Interesting and touching poem is shared really.10
dear sir, this is my one of my best works.I am really obliged to gratitude to you.such a comment is like a wealth to my poetic career.thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2024 1:26:15 AM # 1.0.0
A greatly composed poem: the rhythm and rhyme, the carefully use of old-fashioned poetic language, made this poem, a delightful read!