Identity Poem by Uttam Biswas

The cloud that
Pours water
We call it rain,
The ecosystem that
Depends on each other
We call it food chain,
The vehicle that
Runs on rail
We call it train,
The organ that
Processes thoughts
We call it brain,
The machines that
Moves heavy things
We call it crane,
The machine that
Flies like a bird
We call it plane,
The achievement that
Feels pleasure
We call it gain,
The trial that
Breeds failure
We call it ''in vain'',
The shock that
Aches the heart
We call it pain,
Every single object on earth
Has got a name,
Name has got two sides
Those are fame and defame.