Truth wins! Ever embarked in honest goal!
Even truth doth ignite petals of mind.
We are unwise, for we know not all a kind,
Prettier than Gemini, half-hidden from aireal coal.
Thus, we are not slave of tongue; thus, Almighty
Had granted not a foul just to show
A leaf-fringe'd fence, or thence not to avow
Against being a slave of duty, and sing a ditty-
Far, as if, we have crost, ancientness is past.
We have all, but in empty gruesomeness
That truth is mystery around worldliness
And we can't but deny truth at all, aghast.



06/03/2016
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS


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