Summer Sun, As If I'M In Burning Furnace
Dhaka city
under the temperate zone of the earth
my favorite city
the ultramodern buildings
there grow step by step,
two sides are full of bricks walls of palace
I'm pedestrian in them
Oh! The summer sun
nowadays
becomes very cruel
It fires
the building walls
though rainy season sets in
there's no meeting of rain drops,
no gentle weather
It seems
I'm backing pizza in the burning furnace,
summer sun burns me,
makes me dry fish
- Thursday, June 27, 2019
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