Sonnet28: For An Honour When I Did Conceal My Fear Poem by Pijush Biswas

For an honour when I did conceal my fear
For an ecstasy! - A pretty fairness!
Crippling, as if, distance I did appear
To House, full of wrath, widening vanity;
O may I be wrong with an empty eye
Yet more can I say o'er entity
'Tis, whose heartlessness rather did supress
And unto the death counted down on me
And fairly, but my mane, unvain, did press
Whosefor could I talk to a solution?
Alone, not only alone who stood be
And protested not only stallion
O I died, I died not for hour
I died by tangled slapping shower.




01/06/2017
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