'I'm to come back to you
Again and again,
Every evening,
For this city has no park--'
Chimed in lyric
A young poet of Chittagong,
Wistfully looking
At the beloved's hilltop house
From one of his three southern windows.
For the wily girl, I listened to him,
Walking side by side
In the parkless city's puzzling maze.
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