Dhaka

Gray river and grayer skies
Grim face with evil eyes
Smoky smokestacks and sooty walls
Dirty doings in dirtier halls

Broken roads with open holes
Gangster youth with Bamboo poles
Smelly garbage in open sight
Poor beggars in hungry plight

Crowded streets and betel leaves
Sidewalk corpse but no-one grieves
Spit that decor the peeling paints
Mirpur muggers and con man saints

Gulshan checkposts and baridhara guards
Towering walls with glass shards
Police convoys and wrong way cars
Fat garment-wallas in hotel bars

Screeching ambulances but no one yields
Kids everywhere on cricket fields
High rise offices in gulshan avenue
Beggars in slums feeling blue

Old and new side by side
Rich and poor Dhaka divide
Teeming millions jostling for space
Life goes on in an endless rat race

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