POESY

POESY

She comes and goes,

Peeps and knows,

Swings and rows

The oars of her boat.

She smiles and sings,

Holds and clings,

Does daily things

To stay afloat.

She doth dream and dive

Into the hive

To honey arrive

And a prize remote.

She fills, fulfils,

Grills and drills,

Dances and stills

The mind I wrote.

She all but all has lost her self,

Her pride, her vanity, her power and pelf,

And fused in one her only Self,

She rows her boat and stays afloat.

Composed by Sugata Bose