Grey Life Poem by Pijush Biswas

Spectre grey and thin was the night
And I was fearful, 'cause it's so-
That with same role I couldn't fight
Though I was not with wounded toe;
Leaves those blew fast are wrinkling
Among sudden winds' secrecy
And I stood as if ting'd by thing
Which with colour made me come by,
Long it's a plain which can soar high
Between the cleav'd passage of dark
And I, who only so do try
To manifest myself in work-
But, better do not do it's now
For the fall of leaves not started
So, to bind an hour's only vow
Because winter's to wait to wed.