The Land which gets up from slumber by the glorious Morning's sun rising from the east
The mountainous regions of Rangamati, Badorbon and khagrasori Districts
It's beauty begins to come to light as the Sun gets upper
The Cocks crow and birds chirp and people of a beautiful Country begins to get up
The sky is Clear from the East Blue Hilly Belt
The Early riser has already got up and the late risers are rubbing the eyes
The lazies are watching the Clocks
The Office goers are going to the bazar to finish groceries in half an hour
The busy city life will be halted by traffic jam soon
So the town dwellers compete to reach destination earlier
The small or big towns have same problem of jamming
The Garments workers are waiting for pub buses
The Dead city will roar soon by HORNS
The density of population of our Dhaka City could be realized
If you stand up at Farm Gate or Gulistan!
But still all have patience to hang in the trains and dilapidated buses
City authorities have managed more buses for the rushes
((pic Bandarban, Bangladesh
by National Geographic))
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