Worth Poem by Pijush Biswas

Days breaks, night comes to a wise
Long at a distance, now he stood
Though sombrely, yet he feels bliss
Among deeds, with cultivated mood

There is no way that may lead
Further, so gruesomely aims end
Yet, he lasts until breaks seed
Of hope, - just more to grind

So he approaches at his fill
As if masterly, - and returns
Must, 'cording to all grill
His fate and life, all which burns

Now, the day has come, at last
Just as it rolls to give-forth
All which protested him first
And go now so far, as a worth.




Date: 7/21/2019
Place: Srirampur, Nadia