This week’s poem inspired by a moment in the hectic Gulshan traffic and an oportunisitic rickshaw walla.

Turning right

Vibrating moment where vans,
cars, buses pause – poised on the cusp,
leg muscles tense for the big pedal push,
beggars step back before the forward rush,
policeman draws breath, raises whistle to lips,

crow caws in sudden calm
rickshaw walla tramps down
and we sail illegal, exuberant through the eye of the storm.

 
Dhaka 2014