Drained Ornament Poem by Puloq Arafat

The deadly coward fasten the seat belt-
And drove the psycho of silencer-
Blaming the dust of path.
Grading the violent fire of wind-
Jerking the mind ruined-
Calming the raise trier-
Filming dangling wire.
Merging the drain of prayer.
Creator knows the souls-
The jewels of ornaments!
And the sovereigns of soft hearts!
Color of wind-
You try to see please.
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
Wind is the vessel.
And really it is-
The ornament of creator.
You deny every time-
And toy it.
Supposed to stop-
Why?
Take breath, fake breath?
Breathing costly?
Life is breath.
This is cheaper than the death.