Thou, unravished soul of nature
Thou art child of festal mood of day,
Breaker of silence at morns' feature
Until the day utterly ceased to be
Upon the thatch, the roof, or abbey.

Thou art heartful crier of famine
While terrestrial need is high
And sorrow and woe by divine
Resize itself; And we summoned thee
To excise all upon the tyrant's lie.

Once upon a time, while thou wert
Fine and clever in earthly loom
Far, as if, we sought thy heart;
Fourdecades and half gone to be
Yet, yesterlike has to be gloom.

Yet, thou art present hungry destiny
Such as a million humans' were
Though here all are 'nony- nony'
Nor last we, nor thou, to see
That everyday can we live out fear.


08/08/2016
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS

(Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in January,2018)