Rahman Henry

Gold Star - 39,349 Points (14 January 1970 / Natore, Bangladesh.)

Life In Dhaka - Poem by Rahman Henry

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

Topic(s) of this poem: life, reality

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Life In Dhaka by Rahman Henry

  • Rajnish Manga (9/15/2015 1:22:00 AM)

    Great imagery, splendid narrative and a fine realism of the life in a Metropolis like Dhaka. You have captured all nuances of its day and night life and also what it means to a man who swims against the stream. Thanks. (Report) Reply

    Rahman Henry (9/15/2015 1:43:00 AM)

    I'm grateful to you, my dear poet. With a visionary eye you have look into my feelings. best regards and wishes.

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/15/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    Superb description of a city...........I liked it, very well written.10+++ (Report) Reply

    Rahman Henry (9/15/2015 1:40:00 AM)

    The grief and joy of our megacity. Thanks a lot, my dear poet.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 14, 2015

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