Walking in the city on winter nights is yet another interesting experience Dhaka has to offer. Behind the blaring, hooting traffic hides a different night.
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Pause
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Red lights behind and north,
a pause between thoughts,
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night sounds walk on
while engines hooting fade away.
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In the dark eye
bicycles whoosh past,
weary workers, burdened students
exhale, hold,
inhale, the night shift.
Low voices; stars are there
below street lamps,
reflecting in dark water.
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Lights turn green, engines
roar and gears shift.
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Night cuts to
bright, blaring action.
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I have to get out that time, alone, in the middle of the night, walking, and experiencing all this! I the early morning bird. Hm, I think I bring Ashok along to share!
This was not in the middle of the night, but just evening. May not go out walking in the middle of the night….
Lovely, Rilla, I am almist beginning to miss the place!
But only almost!