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Poem about Dhaka City


Tonmoy Debnath


Dhaka is a Mysterious land,

And it has lots of political fans.

When election has come into this city,

I can’t took breath from the posters of woody.


When I see everyone polluting the city!

Then I realize, I am also the guilty. 

When I saw the vehicles are throwing their waste! 

I feel that someone put me a dust of a vest. 

Something is wrong with this city,

Then everyone expresses their sympathy.


The music of that city making me a mad, 

And my colleague said, “What a headache”.

Dhaka is a called as a Gas Chamber,

But I called, it is a Mental Hospital.


Author:  Tonmoy Debnath

Profession: Student.

Department: English Literature.

Institution: Notre Dame University Bangladesh.

Member of ‘Future Writers’


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