Still They Await Poem by Pijush Biswas

I remember you, remember-
And those gusty trees await, still,
Tears glide to the sea, although;
So, fate fears no bill
Yet, shouts in disgust; O, hear!

I seek those moments uncountably
And those merry birds fly alike
Over those trees, above or below
And enchantingly stick
My dearness, daily.

I remember you, remember-
Now denies the fair plain
To unsee my pain or blow
His horn; so he doth disdain
Not to see us together evermore.



03-08-2015