Memories Of Dhaka University Poem by Dr Khairul Chowdhury

Only attending classes in the morning, spending rest of the day in intellectual jugglery with the zeal and vigour of morning freshness; I hang around with buddies in the highly pulsating and palpating corridors in the brightness of morning sun. In the endangered days of the seventies We dream of a world full of immense possibilities; We dream of a world which will be healthy, happy and enlightened.
These are the endangering late seventies And I am seventeen We learn the fact that humans exist as the centre of the universe We see humans are the most insignificant creatures We learn the values of freedom.
We see the demonic pirates clutch our throats; Learn to live with the deceitful dichotomies. We are taught to understand the liberating political philosophies of the west Again, we are socially not allowed to be indulgent in the political east.
Many times discussed the economically liberating philosophies and ended up in utopian dreams.
Out in the real world the demonic hegemony fastens its ropes on the throats of masses many rivers carry trillion litters of sweet water to the Bay of Bengal a few become filthy rich and the majority is thrown to the gutters.
We are so out of things We try to master the literary creativity in English Knowing nothing about our locals; Some of us are bought by the demonic pirates and their cronies Some of us are singing through their master's voice
Dreams die We cry...