A lovely day out on a river near Dhaka yesterday. It is long since the last rains and the rivers are not as full of fresh flowing water at they might be, but still, the sun shines and the paddy fields are emerald green.

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Day on the water

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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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