The Plaster Line Poem by Hasanul Kabir

Yes, the tree's got its branches cut.
You'll get them silent, always-
The more you hurt, the more it grows.

In angling, the dark portion is preferable.
The water needs to be remained calm-
Then the patience offers both pain and gain.

This is a nice garland!
Wear it and save it.
The weak yarn gets torn easily!

Madness! Madness to fly after a butterfly!
Just grab and touch-
And then, painting would be necessary.

Ah! The water!
Easy to touch, easy to swallow-
And no headache to paint it again.