By Shahriyer Hossain Shetu

Seated on a seat that’s miniature in size, 

I gaze out from the Projapoti Bus, to my surprise! 

It’s like Wordsworth’s ten thousand daffodils, I see, 

Only instead of flowers, it’s the chaos of Dhaka city.

Vehicles of every kind, shining yellow and bright, 

But it’s not Blake’s Tyger, it’s the sun that’s burning bright. 

Auto-bike rides with six unknown people, 

Taking me to the desert of Beribadh, like a sequel.

The street’s sandstorm coats my skin, 

Until I reach the gates of Campus Kin. 

A straight path I walk, but no campus in sight, 

Only Meena Bazar godowns with Organikare and Sprite.

I walk towards a building painted in red, 

A pond beside it, absolutely unclean and dead. 

I reach the main entrance, guard mama stops me, 

Asks for my ID, do you not remember me?

Late for my super early morning class, 

Only to find it cancelled, an hour has passed. 

I head to the center court, where I see a poster of MUSE, 

Call for submission on the theme of nature, I choose.

And so I recall my entire day, 

Writing a satirical poem on nature in a playful way. 

For in Dhaka city, where chaos reigns supreme, 

A little bit of laughter is a much-needed dream.