Faruk Ahmed Roni Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

This poem is my nostalgic tribute to Brick Lane, once a vibrant home for culture, poetry, and Bangla identity. Through reflective and emotional storytelling, I explore how a beloved place can lose its soul to modernisation and commercial change. The poem is written in rhyming couplets with a steady, lyrical rhythm, giving it a traditional and musical flow. Its style blends vivid imagery and elegiac tone to express both love and loss,  honouring the past while mourning what has faded.

Brick Lane

Brick Lane

We used to walk down Brick Lane,
hand in hand,
Where verses rose like smoke
across the land.
In Bangla Town,
the poets found their place,
A lane once lit with culture,
soul, and grace.
We shared warm tea
beneath the twilight skies,
Where rhymes would bloom
and truth would not disguise.
Now flashing signs
and crowded plates remain,
And poetry is drowned
in glass and gain.
The voices fade,
yet still I hear them call,
From walls once dressed in dreams
and muraled sprawl.
Brick Lane still stands,
though not the lane we knew,
Its heart now sold,
its soul has bade adieu.

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