The Plum Sting Poem by Hasanul Kabir

Water and mud the school stands by,
And was hurry to get the bell.
The plum tree branches were not so high,
And very few plums had taming spell.

All the plum stings were then Kai-fin,
The full grown stings were really they.
Enough to rip my young-ling skin;
Bleed I, like the giraffe to say!

Oh! Joy, you have a different shade, and
Tough to know your silence trend.
Years to go the tie to cut, and
The tears be inked; the sticks be penned!

Ah! Silence, how balanced your stings are!
No claim; no question; but the drain-
That's full of tears run like a spear.
One spear that aims at the multiple pain!