Press A Will Poem by Pijush Biswas

Press A Will



Blest thou art until a liar
Pity well: thou art a fame
I will say thee it to do
That all thou carest, now little care
Say it(fame) 'Nay', now 'Nay'

The whole upon thee, must break
If the scent of Love withdrawn
Much to care the Happy Woe
Them, care, much to take
Know, always, they must pray

Not for thee, nor for them
Nothing, ye nothing- but yet
All swells will come to glue
And all we, thou and they, overwhelm
To see further a new day

Sack of believes, nor a petty woe:
Has a try to say something
Men depart and years go
Inbetween be friend and foe
Lastly, all equally lay

Have a day with truest sun
To the thirsty travellers content
Look forward, look backward, Lo!
Everythings' not a dun
While we go a different way.



10/03/2016

Press A Will
Monday, October 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas

Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India
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