Compulsions Poem by Pijush Biswas

Your compulsions upon me fairly increase
And fire doth take place between you and I,
More moderately I try, although your disease
Enrapturously you nurture to make me lie.
I seek life for I feel I will die in torture
Or, out of battle I escape to release
Or unassign the names in fool creature,
Though I'm alike to be honey-bees.
Now, lets maturity infiltrate wherein we
Lest, lets cross a furlong in love;
Seek the love more temperate to be
And jolly heaven above.


03-02-2015