A poem in praise of the lovely Gulshan parks where I walk everyday, and all the other parks where I have walked and found peace and pleasure in nature.
Park Harvest
Absorb a buzz of solitude
from dizzy drone of feeding bees,
breathe abundant spawn of happiness
from exhale of balmy breeze,
source a stream of sweet simplicity
in bird song amongst bright leaves,
picking fruit of calming common sense
in fresh foliage of the trees.
Dhaka 2014
I get the same feeling, when I walk along the Beach outside the garden.
I get the same feeling, when I walk along the Beach.