Sonnet 48: Life Is More Vital Than Immortal Eye Poem by Pijush Biswas

Life is more vital than immortal eye
Such to that greenery burns but earth lives;
We live on, so, yet too mere we should die
For we care little 'bout beauty, -much to hire,
And those bear the bossom must be some sheaves
Until which are unseen remain to fire,
As though of lost love someone mentions drunk
And put out to see life more easy rise;
And a tree, which's shot, blown, tormented trunk
Must to see through life may occupy seal
That plays on, and none's pleased by any prize,
So, better to love but not to much feel
That can bring life to you, perfect to death
To seem that ours' all but are ours' to sheath.