Dangle Poem by Puloq Arafat

I have felt the gardened fragrance of the beauty of life.
I have been experienced the dominating forceful thrills of hell-
To dangle and drill me
Into the haphazard and exhausted realities
Since they have swiped away my sense.
Lisping is nothing but trying to describe
The formatted and conversed isle of suffering.
A tiresome and lonely social minor-eyeing
Has caught vivid pictures of people around him.
But he could not yet after so much trying
To unveil and express exquisitely the deep wing of sorrow.
Since he has been compressed and tightened enormously.
The day he for the first-time saw and exposed horrors-
His surrounded supports got trauma
And became dumb on observing his condition.
Those deadening snobs yet were linking with each other.
Yet to this day they are like dragons
To fierce and fire his walkways.
But, as creator is keen and sharp to judge
The demise and fruitful longing in births-
And the listener of tormented buzzing hearts
To whom He is a tree to rest even awhile in life.
We do not have any power actually
Since humans have nurtured as a loyal to gain
Even His caricatures.
Humans, be soulful and kind
Because you all follow the warm direction
Of your chief guide.
All were, all are, and all will be following
The peaceful images He has tried
As to burden on us-
Until this partly heavenly world will be ended up
With a sudden blast.
Never be some of people as cruel like hell
The moment you think
You will be someone finally the last.