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