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
Department: English Literature.
Institution: Notre Dame University Bangladesh.
Member of ‘Future Writers’
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