Of Gratitude Poem by Hasanul Kabir

Ocean, the fathomless pit to measure-
The deepest, the quietest.
Beauty shines in the silent chest -
As the roses in the wild; much
pleasure!

Word loses its glamour in a rhythmic shape,
As the tears lose, falling in the ground!
Many a sparrows' mixing sound-
Not much sour like the grape.

The mine holds the things tight,
Within the heavy crowd;
Whatever they are, gets proud-
At night or in the shiny light!