Gift Of The Earth Poem by Mashiur Rahman

If the cry of the sky is the gift of the earth
But the sky has been crying since that birth
All tears are not only pain but also happiness
The soil is also going with the gift of dried tear water
The nature of life that quenches thirst in that water

If Chatak life is desirable
The death of the cloud is submerged in the water
The fortune teller is engaged in that change
One by one the heat burned
Repeatedly losing the unwanted
Yet invincible he continues in secrecy
By throwing away the challenge to fate

This life in this burning by no deed
There is no good answer when looking for a driver
But that's all, a living lover
One who only knows how to fight challenges fate
Fighting is his life fighting is his religion
This is how the sky soaks the ground with a gift