Fearful Vale Poem by Pijush Biswas

The gentlemen walk on the path to fill
Those who are so called witty, busy men
So an opposites rise to the glen
So it lapses peace to the broken sill
It further breaks into pieces, ye, 'gain
Hopes which rose seem to be untrimmed
For, now, no a better happens to wind
Seem, that the last night starvation was pain
They allow themselves not to retreat;
O, it may be that world be conquered
It may be that some souls will be unfear'd
But loops of unknown shadows them defeat,
Higher, that, looks sombre now hidden in,
Works which resulted in past as the bad
Seem to roll as tortuous seeds in cud
Now, it lets not to go out of whereby sheen
O ye, the men, I say better to pile
Your aims in concrete, and not to tire
So that the window may wear it's attire
And humanity don't be fearful vale.







Place: Srirampur, Nadia