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Haikus from Dhaka

Dhaka is a busy city. It is no just busy; but a perilous city with never ending rally of cars on the traffic line. The traffic gets so bad that at some point even a mere fifteen minutes travel takes hours to get to. More to it is the the fact that during my stay there I had to travel every day two hours in the heavy traffic to get to class and to be back to my dormitory.

The impoverished public transport system, lack of proper traffic rules and unregulated influx of used foreign vehicles have added to the misery of the city. These have, but caused one man, a student sent there for a 5 year long BDS course, to write some haiku while being stranded in the traffic for hours. It was during one of my woe hours that I have written these lines.

The Street! June 17, 2013
Stalled buses and cars, Cars hooting and men clattering, Not Moving at all! 

Man Next to Me, August 23, 2013
Folding Arms, Starring up Looking, beyond the crowed,  Lost in thinking!

An Expensive Hotel, Sept 15, 2014
Lush Greene…


Written in tribute to His Majesty the 4th Dragon King of Bhutan as a part of 60th Birth Anniversary celebration; an initiative of Royal Bhutanese Embassy, Dhaka; Bangladesh.  
In the mystic Kingdom, of land blessed with the prayers of those long gone! The last Shangrila- The land of Medicinal Cypress Lays a tale that’ll resonate for eons from now, The legend spans, in the life that is yet to be foretold,
Long before the coming, the prophecy revealed! By the greatest saint of then, Terton Drukdra Dorji In his prose he read “Oh! The jewel land! From the mom bearing a central tooth as white as the priceless conch Will bear a son that is as white, in his heart and out alike Shall bring eternal peace and prosperity to the Kingdom
As said, the boy was born, unknown to what his fate may bring. Remarkable birth signs: heavens poured, the rainbows shone And in its equanimity- the birds chirped in natural uniformity His younger days had shown; of being a gifted leader
His tutor recalls of what he ask…

Dechen's Guilt

Dechen swayed her hair in sideways. Her eyes sparkled beneath the shiny golden fringes. The lone dimple marked over few curves of her face. The gentle breeze kissed her crimson lips as she sat on the bus that was moving. The chilly weather has reached its peak. She shudders with cold as a man who seats next to her gives her an occasional gaze.
At a time rendezvous, she was lost. She thought of the sun and how it sparkled so vast in its limitless power. The rays shone over her silky hair, she kept thinking what a world would be without it. She thought of the birds chirping and lit of the sun as the bus meandered through wavy roads in the woods. She kept thinking on the fission reaction of atoms and the dreadful temperature in the core of the sun. Her face, now woebegone as she overheard a young girl cry. What made her cry? The roars of tractor that came opposite way, two men driving it – one with muscular hinge of audacity shouting “Long live our beloved king”, the other with mere mimi…