The pursuit of happiness

The pursuit of happiness

Life is a magic trick

Unadulterated authentic sad reality

Affection, love, freedom and loveless stone is ugly

This Ultra Modern City is Dhaka.

From dawn till late at night 

Car noise , black smoke and dustbin dust

Absolutely a constant companion digitally pickpocket .

On the right walking , the sky on the ground

Keep an eye out, otherwise..

Danger to grab ! great danger

Absolutely daily resurrection .

Tired exhausted office last home

Work maid , room maid , landlord , peddler 

Colorful magic tricks .

There is no shadow of peace anywhere

Thieves come and go in the middle of sleep

These are found everyday.

Alas! I remember the blue lotus of mathura beel 

Swimming in unobstructed clear water

Running on the horizon field twice

Putting the chest on the ground at noon on a sunny day.

The bustle of the metropolis

Life is unbearable and not good 

I want open air , green forest and open sky 

Here the mother smells the soil

Such sweet happiness , and nowhere to catch .

Written by 

M.M. Aminur Rahman