Stairs Poem by Ershad Mazumder

Do not count your stairs
When it takes you downward
The same stairs once took you upstairs
And felt honoured a glorified.

Now your fate will take you to the bottom
Same are the stairs now you are countin
Glory comes very slow
But shame is much faster than honour.

No smile, no music for a falling stars
You will see loneliness all around you
You will only listen while blank walls joking
Darkness will garland you with black stones.