Short Dhaka Poems

Rainy season comes –
The Commuters’ trouble comes
In Dhaka City!...

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There was a young lady of Dhaka,
She was cutting a Paprika;
Suddenly she saw a cockroach, 
She thought it was about to approach,
This courageous young lady of Dhaka....

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To cry I’ll be able to make
How many people
After my death?
Who are they?
What are they of mine today?
Did I love them?
Did I do for them?
Why they would cry?
Did I cry?
For why? For whom?
Yes, I’m dying soon.

_______________________


May 3, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh...

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Over a hundred dead more can be said, 

                           bosses told workers the cracks in the tall  

                           building were nothing to worry about they said;

                           is this the 'terrorism' of shrug your shoulders' 

                                               indfference we said?...

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In class five the studies was going on for local scholarship
After exam I was seized by love for a girl thru friendship
Second I was in prize but left me alone she went to Dhaka
In merit list I was always as usual in the institutional data
At the end I was continuing in that institute for studentship 

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
17/01/2023...

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Flickering are the stars of compassion as they are mourning the slaughter of the innocent!*







(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
          02 July 2016


*Terrorist attacks everywhere has rendered our world a dangerous place to live.

After the terrorist attack last Tuesday at the Ataturk airport in Istanbul with 44 dead and close to two hundred injured, 20 innocent hostages were killed in the capital of Bangladesh, Dhaka....

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I’m not me, my soul is real Me. My body will be dust, I’ll return to He. He is my God who made me. I’m His vicegerent, I want to be like He. My life is nothing but some time, where I pass my time to see. I know I’m nothing, I can’t do anything willingly. Who I’m then, who you really are? My soul is going far from me to far…! Yes, I do dream, I’ll be a happy man. I’ll do what I should. I’ll do what I really can…!
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January 05, 2021
Kallyanpur, Dhaka-1207....

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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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