Hammock Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

In between two coconut trees,
The hammock was swinging at ease,
When my friend put his body inside the hammock,
With him, the trees also started to rock.

At that very moment the whirling world came to my mind,
The hammock like the earth was moving and I could find,
A sense of falsafa in it,
In that certain minute.

The world moves, so do the human beings and animals,
Movement is natural and humanly while satanic is laziness.