While Bangladesh is one of the most densely populated countries in the world, there is great diversity there, from the hand-painted rickshaws that dot the streets of Dhaka, to the longest beach in the world, seventy-five miles, in From the part Bangladesh’s southernmost point in Chittagong, to the jungles that still host the Bengali tiger in the west, and the tea farms in the north, Bangladesh is home to a friendly and hospitable people and a most interesting destination.
Summer day in Bangladesh
Staring down at the sand below my feet, winding slowly
walking
embers, on the Bengali beach;
the sky reflects pools of water, liquid mirror,
dancers in the heat of summer;
like an old song
like the beat of an Indian drum,
liquid street
calling gentle,
undulating waves;
small daughter,
polished golden jade skin, friendly waves
greet the earth,
outstretched hands rolling;
Sunburned child
tanned tanned dark skin, jumps up and down,
cool, wet sand;
Nobody knows
Why-
so many people here on the beach today; aligning
white foam surfing, Bangladesh, spring / summer waves
Cox Bazaar
far away from de beach
as you can possibly see with the naked eye
Bangladesh orange sun,
like a burning summer fruit,
Burning like smoky fire
like the last goodbyes of a Chinese dragon;
Bengali girl
he bends down to take a shell with his tender hand
try to understand
the unfolding drama
in the throbbing, throbbing river land of Bangladesh;
Music, with sincerity, passion, simplicity;
kids-
love like an innocent flower;
tragedy, destiny, hatred, hope;
Chittagong,
looking out to the ocean, dhaka drama
the perpetual burning without end,
swirl movement;
Sylhet Tea Pickers
at the end of the day, my back bent,
dead tired;
Hot sun in the back sack
tea-black charcoal;
Long days-
tired, waiting to rest, Bengali poetic talk-
smiling, laughing and half bearded faces;
waves drawing footprints
In the burning sand of summer, Bangladesh calls,
The summer plan unfolds gradually.
End of poem