Dhaka: The Abandoned Truth

Show me a reason to deny the sadness;

The pain of the crowd beside the Buriganga River,

There are those people who throw meals in the trash,

Also, those outcasts who subsist solely on garbage.

Here, a city with low emotions becomes the fortune teller.

An empowered society arrives at nightclubs,

And fatherless kids wash people’s motors.

A hungry, weak newborn with an empty stomach sleeps all day and night.

Pictures don’t talk about the dimensions that happen in darkness.

Some newspapers make the truth vanish,

Monsters openly roam around,

And the depressed younger generation attempts suicide every day.

Here, the rickshaw puller gets scolded by the passengers;

And those who don’t show power,

Get stuck in the maze of cunning people.