POESY

POESY

We have to grow spine.

Well, I'm always advising, 

Now let me grow mine.

Gelly-fish am I,

Shore-bound, shallows-bound,

Talking ideas high.

Set it to the test now,

Serve shall I best now,

Chaste and pure rest now,

To the sublime incline.

Shall we then in all earnest,

To stand erect, self-blest,

To raise oneself and raise the lot,

Grow perhaps some spine?

Composed by Sugata Bose