As we float on a boat

Dhaka fades into grey,

and we see what we saw

on a boat floating day.

There are paddies and ducks,

bridges weighed down with trucks,

passing boats, bamboo clumps,

over-ripe rubbish dumps,

brick fields pumping out smoke,

as we float on our boat.

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Not a day without flaws,

that I try to portray,

but it does have its charms

in a its own unique way.

The water’s not blue and the air’s not quite fresh,

but still it’s a piece of our dear Bangladesh.

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