Khoka's Thoughts
NANTU Barua
Chattogram, Bangladesh
Trapped inside these four dull walls,
No, I don’t like it—not at all!
Eat, sleep, study—it’s all the same,
Day after day, a tiresome game.
Father’s care and mother’s love,
Even they don’t feel enough.
I dream of roaming far and free,
Through forests, fields, where I can be.
On my bike, I’d ride and glide,
To rivers where the waters tide.
Is it true, by waist-deep streams,
Farmers work with jute, it seems?
City life’s a concrete maze,
A prison locked in smoky haze.
No ponds, no fields, no open space,
Buildings rise and claim their place.
For comfort’s sake, they build so high,
But cage our lives beneath the sky.
Without the trees, without the breeze,
Who can survive such heat as these?