To come out of the vicious circle of poverty
Only needs inner intention,
Thus it makes a nation developed
And the country automatically gets developed;
So why averse to industry?
Do and get yourself and your country economically free.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/23/2017
Inferiority were no moreIn their planning
Fly, fly, fly, flyYou, colorful butterfly!Softly suck nectarFruits will come after;Don’t damage the flowerBeing envious at its color,As there is a proverb ofThe king’s stealing hap.
Year comesYear goes,Leaves noteAt foot,Reminding great messageNo more years, no more years.
With love and careCut tension, detention;Be freeLike beeCollect nectarGo on, brother!
It is a ten line stanza,Ten syllables per line,And in ababbccdcd rhyme.
Near the cooler, the two polarsAt night in this solarWhere snow fallsImmeasurable;Trillions of starsWith innumerable colorsThe scene presentTouch my brain, heart and mind;I come out of homeI leave bed’s warmAt that midnightAt that dead night;I watch the heavenly sceneSeen and unseenCause me overwhelmedChase me look for Him.
