Sailing through wide white and blue ocean
Our ship has reached Chittagong
An ancient seaport
Beautiful all around
Mountain and hilly area covered with bush,
Long, small trees,
Through forests our sights rush,
At horizontal points lands and sky kiss
From far we watch
Mountain valley,
Locality
Ancient signs, structures, grave yards,
Lakes, ponds,
Mighty river Karnafully
Is helping to produce hydro electricity,
Taking some rest we again walk
Meet some rural folks,
We exchange feelings
They talk smiling.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │15 April,2018
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Chattagong is a beautiful place, I haven't seen a place greener than this lovely city.