In This City Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

In this city I'm walking from long days
I'm diving and swimming into myself.
The sandbank has been appeared in the river of blood
And the eleventh day of a lunar fortnight has been vanished.
In this city there is no boy who runs after a kite
In this city I don't find the soft feather of a duck.
For long days I don't see rainbow in the sky
This city has become heartless with masked crowd.
Those faces I see in the light of lamppost
Their chests are like skeleton in pang of hunger.
For them no good news in any public announcement
Nobody knows where they buried after death!
In this city dreams play hide-and-seek in the ribs of bricks
After stretching and rolling of the bodies in their beds
The middle class strike with hammer to touch dreams.
In this city many men's money fly in the air
In this city many men cry for a single penny.