Dhaka Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
Dhaka
Dhaka,
What was it in the past
And what did it turn out to be
Driving, turning out, expelling
The people away,
Landlords and tenants
From their homes
Capturing, seizing their property,
How the story of conversion,
How their tale of nationality,
What story they still have to
Tell of humanity or hand it on?
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