To The Great Tailor - Poem by Pijush Biswas
O the great tailor, the God's unique creation
Let me touch your feet, get your blessing.
Adorned your hands by Him and your endless mission
And whatever you create, to all really pleasing
Tactfull your hands are, I know;
And to make cloths beautifully your vow.
The days are running on, fatefull your existences are
Though you're of mortal beings, your creation will remain forever.
O the great tailor, the pioneer of civilization
Your heart was so pure and mind curious
Whatever wrong there you found, now hidden from vision.
So, let me utter again, 'than before, you're more piteous'.
Thousands of tailors now follow you, and
Have become they, hence, your obedient pupils,
Hope I: you must bless upon their hands
And, must come the beauty desired by people.
So, let them be as creative as you were
And make their creations lovely created by the years.
You understood what civilization needs
I know; that is why immortal your deeds.
Ye, the shame, once prevailing, driven by you
Had come the Avatar like you, and graceful
Became the World and eternized and new.
Sure I am: the Earth from then began to be blissfull.
O you, the great tailor, be ready again to be here
Among us; many left yet to learn from you
We are eager for your next appearance, and a chair
Adorned for you.I know, its clear in your view.
Civilization is running fast, and needful your appearances are
If you come, you shall find between now and before a difference far.
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