Benevolence Poem by Puloq Arafat

Passed chronicle days with rigid fluctuation.
When a bird flies in the sky..
I repent why I can't fly like it freely.
A complete replication I sketch in my mind then.
In sober sense..
I want me as benevolent.
A bitter silent pain always knocks my door of mind.
My heart cries out with big questions.
What I have got
And I haven't got,
I count this continuously.
When sky roars-
And rain makes a crystal shadow on earth,
I desire to feel the touches of cool drops of rain.
Once I walked in a hottest sunny day.
It seemed I was floating on sweating.
I got the highest touch of suffering.
Now I don't have any endurance.
I didn't compete with others.
Competing with self-lacking is good picking.
I am like a thirsty crow-
Trying to drink water from a jar full of mud!