Lovely Town Poem by Radiant Roy

It's midnight here, people are asleep
Asleep is that boy, the grubby little boy,
Beaten and trodden for stealing bread
Torn apart his filthy red shirt, blood on his head;
He is sleeping now in this little town,
Isn't he?
He's sleeping. No worries.
All the doors are shut down
Oh! It makes me wonder
It's a lovely town!
Asleep is that lady, the poor old lady
Aggrieved and left in an old-age home
Plenty of room, hasn't she there to walk and
roam?
She also is sleeping in this little town,
Isn't she?
She's sleeping. No worries
And see, how the doors are shut down
Oh! It makes me wonder
What a lovely town!

(23-06-2017)
Chittagong, Bangladesh