Mason Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Mason is the mark,
Of hard work,
Like Dedalus,
Busy he is always.

He translates others',
Dreams into edifices,
Both majestic and luxurious,
Risking life in the tasks perilous.

He crafts others' future,
Who'll craft his, I wonder!
His family depends solely,
On his shoulders tiny.

Every drop of sweat counts,
Yet he hardly sounds,
Inactive or lethargic,
Ever on the go even he's sick.

Future doesn't bother him much,
He can't ever touch,
His dreams and goes on dragging,
His life like a banished King.