My writings tell of the truth
You throw it to the bins of trash,
My writings are by righteousness
Treading you go on pressing,
My writings demand for the deprived
You destroy evicting, ousting it,
My writings stand by humanity
You throw it to the top of inhumanity,
My writings are with the sad
You thrust it into the beggar’s hand,
My writings cry for justice
You entrap it with jail and fine,
My writings fight for the weak
You keep it in the door of ruins,
For peace my writings strive
You fly it heavily bursting out,
My writings bear dishonor silently
You burn it in your hell proudly.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 06/10/2017