Whose Sense Has Deceived Themselves Luck Can't Help - 3 Poem by Muzahidul Reza

Whose Sense Has Deceived Themselves Luck Can't Help - 3
4 January, 2019

How a man you are!
Can't realize what is fair and what is unfair?
Like lower beings you only walk, eat, drink, sleep
Forgetting even what are basic;

You do not less hesitate to adopt unfair means
For self interest you have gathered all vices,
You are cutting all the trees for you need desert
To turn into stones all the flowers you have caught;

The Most Beneficent Lord has blessed you much
For the needy you should spend, hence;
But you cost and waste foolishly
Destroying things, beings with periphery;

Your mission is in lots of questions
Your vision is barred for lots of vices,
Your sense is that of naughty children
Your life is nothing but poisonous burden.