Pijush Biswas - Poetry
Blooms within a poet's mind;
Poetry nourishes life in need
When comes the stormy wind.
Poetry needs a reckoning hand,
A hand to caress it's body and soul.
Poetry seeks itself a land
When it's saviour plays a better role.
Poetry is the song of never-ending life
Speaks of veiled truth;
Let it not live ephemeral life
Let it not be uncouth.
Pijush Biswas
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