In The Whole Bus Journey I Didn't Talk Poem by Rhymer Rhymer

from tangail to dhaka the capital city
a journey of dust and rush
a man sat beside me
when he sat
i noticed
he didn't expect an old model philosopher
the bus started
after half n hour i asked cause of shutting the window
he replied of dust entering
then the whole long journey
he bought pop corn i bought water
he bought chanachur
i bought nothing then
at a time the bus got a jamming of 1 hour
as stagnant water gets moss
i was getting so
still we uttered nothing
no a single word
he was poking the smart screen
the most abhorring thing if random in the leisure
babies were tired and screaming shouting noising
the jamming broke
the bus rushed to the high speed
in this way i finished the journey of 3 in 5 hours
this long journey why didn't i talk to the man
i kud at least told him hello
it is my fault