After School Days Poem by Pijush Biswas

After School Days



The days were jocund, now gone;
Although we may'st be happy more in that array,
Twelve years of merry life now atone
Our minds, to be on Spring's spray.
But more we'll write them heaps upon heaps
To rest ourselves under their shadowy leaves.

Now, when we sit schizophreniously alone,
Our broken windows bear the bell-beat
Reminding us much are undone;
And upon boughs of past days minds fleet.
We are tired of recurring thought
What we had done to them, or we ought.



12-26-2014

Friday, December 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: school
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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas

Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India
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