On Going To Country House Poem by Pijush Biswas

I shall go and back, but neighbours' love must remain
As the old Jabas' beauty takes rebirth in new
And the haplessness will never occur into wrecked North wind;
Upon the old edges of courtyard grasses, glitter dew
While on the roof shiveringly sounds well-familiar crane.
At half a year, when I return home again I see
Many of symmetry of our old house standing still
And all glories of past remind me all, and break through mind.
But I shall go and back, for I have to pay bill
On being alone, or entirely alone not to be.
I see all gay friends shout glamorously to welcome
As well as, the old market street tickles under feet.
So I shall go and back, for all they are kind-
The old house, the old bird, the old familiar friends and street;
I shall go and back, 'cause together I feel at home.



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