| কবিতা | Ascendancy |
| কবি | যাররাফ রহমান রাশহা |
| সময় | 19 September, 2020, Afternoon |
| উৎসর্গ | To my failure self |
| লিখার স্থান | Narayanganj |
I wanted to be a worthy man,
Ended up being a damp.
I wished to become worthy more than gold,
Ended up being sold as scrap.
I looked forward to changing perceptions,
Got rebutted to ceasing my existence.
I wanted to be a perfect being,
Got disposed off at mud yard.
Is it possible to be me all by myself for a moment-
When I wouldn’t depend on another shoulder?