Still I Rise Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

You are envious of me,
You don't want to see,
Me kissing the sky,
Still I rise high.

You set thorns before my way,
So that I may,
Fall a victim to injury,
Still I rise spiritually.

You want me cornered entirely,
From each opportunity,
Yet the path of knowledge I follow,
This is how I rise, you must know.

You endeavour to ruin my reputation,
Which I call an adverse mission,
Yet you need to know,
I shall rise like the sun and glow.

You spread hatred,
I spread love instead,
Like a saint everywhere,
This is my rise, now and here!