I am camel
The ship of desert
Bear humans, things and mail
To the hearts in desert;
39 days back
Water I drank,
Again tomorrow I will drink
With me the bell will ring;
Again I will start
My path through desert
I don't care for hot or storm
As I'm created in strong form;
Leaves, grasses I eat
Or what my owner may collect
I am not disobedient
I am always much patient.
Muzahidul Reza
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Wonderful poem in great arts and wisdom