Mirange Poem by MD SHAHADAT HOSSAIN

What's behind we are running for,
Bet the soul,
For what we are overjoyed today?
We are willing to do everything for money.
How many people do we know what we are collecting?
We are all busy at the lights in the dark,
Our hands have been stained with blood,
Today we are divided into hundreds sect.
Just work and we are working by day and at night.
We are tired of to bear the pangs of debt to repay,
Sometimes I think everything is meaningless.
We are continuing our efforts to be free enough of everything.
Our thirst will never be fulfilled before death,
A sin prevailing on our mind.
How we are supposed to get up and when?
Our hearts are being coveted.