Life In Dhaka

All the night long I live as an emperor. At dawn, Death comes and hug me. Then I abandon my body, keep it on bed, and rise With the illusion of body, It's nothing but A soul that growing up through daily death A metropolis transforms before me. With more than Twenty million animals, birds, insects and all the Fierce carnivores Its high rise buildings converts into Plants. Its Main roads and alleyways into Streams. In that endless woods, I look for A map, roads and pathways; But find nothing They are no more; only shrubs, Thorn bushes, vines And trees. Then It's around twilight, evening falls; Fairy of death again embrace my soul fondly. With royal attire, the abandoned body rises That was rejected at dawn, be wondered, smiles; Again, I live like an emperor all the night long Till It's dawn