Stage Poem by Pijush Biswas

Take life as a stage to perform
Not only some hours which don't deem
But the glint of needs; Leave a norm
That only a show does not seem
Better those who rue, - take favour,
Of e'er-lasting glee, or face
Finery of art and labour,
Must give sustenance unto race.
Life is curved on vows, unless flies
Dear as of dust that can't be held;
Power of will, in that all lies-
Remedy of needs, called as guild.



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02/23/2017