Strange Human Race

Strange, strange the character of the human race

We, the human race on the earth is very strange -

The precious jingling anklet we wear on our feet
Where the cheap fingertip we keep on the forehead;

We celebrate any birthday by putting out the candle
Where we putting on the candle to remind the dead soul;
Milkman comes to the door to sell milk which is useful for health
Where we go out to drink wine though it's harmful to health;

We become angry, if anyone calls us a child of beast
Where we feel heroic energy if anyone calls us a child of a tigress;

We respect the salaried soldier as our national hero
Where we demand the death penalty for the public killer (nonsalaried) ;

Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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