I can not do this anymore!!! When will your knowledge be?
People say I'm the capital The King of all the cities of Bangladesh. I was 400 years old. I'm older than world famous Melbourne, Sydney, Ottawa, New York.But I am not respected, I am not happy.
Because, there are not happy people in my chest. Everyone is guilty of me Say, 'This city is unbearable' 'This city is ineligible to live' I have heard, my name came as the second city incompetent in the annual survey of Economist Intelligence Unit (EIU). How many experts, how intelligent people are writing about it. But listen, am I from the beginning? What am I responsible for this situation?
How many years ago it was today. Then there were many green trees on my chest. You cut trees. Wide the road. The road is big and it is not even today. Today, in Moghbazar, the time is laid in Malibagh. Today, the pitches on the Green Road pouring the pitch khalgaon kalgaon. These are so many excavations, I do not have trouble, say? How hard is your suffering! Today the rickshaw has been reversed, the car is in the middle of the car. On the other hand, Jurain's place is like a dirty sewage black patch all year round, like bad smell. But what can I do, say? Except just to bear silently
When you are in the rainy season, how much do you abuse me? My big shame. Let me be like a river. I am walking through the cold. Even in my streets where there are trucks and buses, expensive private cars, you can think, whether it is on the road or boat. How many dirt floats in water Who is he who is dirty, say? Does not it hurt? But who will rescue me? WASA says, the work or the city corporation. City Corporation said Wasa. In their jolt I just jumped like a ping pong ball.
Just what is the monsoon? I'm a big messy city. Where are you, where do you put garbage? Fly and dump the underpasses. The footpath should be your public toilet. Sometimes I get big vomiting. If you think you can do it and you can do it.
I also want to be like Vienna in Austria or a resident city like Melbourne in Australia. Is Vienna now a city in a resident city? What is my luck and somehow?
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Maybe if you were to be like a Viennese That means the people of Dhaka. If the administration of the Vienna administration was like the administration of Dhaka
Sometimes hope, in spite of so much sorrow, you know? Sometimes it seems possible. Not long ago. This is just a few days ago. What did the cuddle of the cats, say?
How many flyovers, underpass, flyover in my chest How many road breaks Yet people crossed the road by cramping. Tell how many signals are inverted. Traffic police are standing on him. Blows in the bamboo, stuck with the rope. Yet, how many cars are on the opposite path, say? And the bushes like the tunders of the muriate climb over my chest. If you wish, stop chanting. People ran and ran.
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The fault is mine. Everyone says, what is the cost of being covered. Nevertheless, I've never ticked. I got all the time at the mouth.
Occasionally, the key of the two buses is in Palpalli. He'll go ahead of him. And it will go before. The window was broken by the window and the glass was broken. How many say, 'Oops, stop the pillars. Be careful The life of the people in your hands. Who listens to me? How many lives How much blood falls on my chest How many tears do I get wet What to do, tell me. All have to take care of.
What I was saying, I've never seen such a trunk in years. Children's school wear dresses. Back on the bag Friends teamed up swinging buses, CNG-driven autorickshaws, rickshaw drivers straightened. By the means of their hand all the cars started to follow the rules. Shocked Regardless of the rules, people are also happy. Everyone stood beside the cousins. I do not live happily. Now I understand that the traffic congestion will be exempt from accident. But alas, after the departure of the Khudera, the same look again. I understand the bad name and will not ever come back to me.
What do I do, say? Come to me in the flock that you swim! It is better for me to get a good university or school that falls in the university After the end of the study, do the job.
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All jobs are my chest. The poor people also come from the village. How difficult it is to live in slums The village does not get work. Here's the job I got. Where do I place these so many people, tell me? I have held more than two billion people. How much can you say?
Why does anyone do anything? All work, all jobs, all the good organizations why just my chest If you did not want to come to me for work, it would have been better. If you plan a little about these To make a big push. The government and the administration thought a little more then.
Now tell me, what is my liability? You stay in my chest. I am the same as you keep me. You tell me to run away from Dhaka. I also wish to get a little escape But there is no way. Helpless Where I escaped, tell me?