The Glass Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

The glass holds water,
In its bosom with care,
It is like the valiant soldier at war,
Who dedicates himself for the nation ever.

The glass cannot embrace water for eternity,
It keeps on changing places like currency,
For human service the glass is created,
Serving us the glass is eventually recycled or destroyed.

Can we not hold love, humanity, humility and sympathy,
In our hearts to make sure we live in the society?