Like Dust - Poem by Md. Asadullah
Their obsession to conquer.
Their ancient desire to subdue.
They utilize every opportunity;
And stamp me with their shoe.
A fact they should have known.
Long ago I lost all my thrust.
With the passage of time.
I have turned into dead dust.
Calmness is all what I needed.
Only if they had left me alone.
Like dust I would settled down.
Without force subdued on my own.
However, they stamp me repeatedly.
Big-chested, Arrogant guys!
But the more they stamp me,
The more like dust I rise.
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