The sigh of the city

On the last evening of twilight,
But the call does not come to the ears ,,,
No birds are returning to your home today,
I see a bird, just a flock of crows ,,,

Here, too, the hair flies in the breeze,
But where, the wet breeze of that peace?
Here too the moon spreads soft josna ,,,
Artificial light, wake up shivering?

Flashing electric bulbs,

Here we have lost the green heaven ,,,
The firefly just in the story picture,
Proud of only painted pepper lamps all around ,,,

The howls of foxes in the distant jungle in the quiet night,
Only the imagination of the bewildered eyes here ,,,
Boat crossing on rural river bank,
There is only a small wall,

There are rivers here too, but full of rotten waste and stench.
Just imagine fishing in the river, get on the boat with the ultimate punishment ,,,
I believe in many difficulties, this is our Bashundhara ,,,

There are days here too, but I have lost that perfect black night.
It's dawn here too, but I don't see that soft cool morning ,,,,
Here, too, in extreme heat, the heat is like the heat of an oven.
But in the wind, I can not match the two hands ,,,

In a suffocating environment, people survive only in extreme reality.
In this ruthless city life, the responsibility of the situation must be met ,,,
I still think, what kind of life is this ,,,
The happiness of the city, as if crying in silence ,,,,,