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

Whose sense has deceived themselves
Luck can't help,
It is and was fixed
For their wrong and misdeeds;

A glass of water was in the hand of a thirsty man
He saw a small straw in it
What could he do then?
Removing the spot drink it he could,

He could make a chance
But slowly he emptied the glass
Still could not remove the dust
Which caused nothing to his thirst;

My sense is my freedom
Not to abuse but to use in every term
With properly thinking
Outside natural happenings observing,

In nature homosexuality is not seen in any beast
I am human thought to be the best
But that hateful example is in me
How can luck help me?