Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh,
Is as ancient as it is old.
A city which shares a rich history of culture, tradition and rituals,
One which is has many stories untold.

In the heart of this ancient city,
Where rivers and lakes merge its thread,
Dhaka stretches wide,
Where history and cultures are wed.

The streets of Old Dhaka murmur with tales of legends and history,
While New Dhaka rises, with crystal clear visions built in glory.

In the quarters of history and culture,
Narrow lanes hum with life’s embrace,
Where mosques, churches and temples stand side by side,
As a testament of it's grace.

Smells of spices mingle in the air,
Portraying the rich flavor of cultural delight.
Each corner tells a different story,
Bringing forth a new legend every night.

While one side of the city holds its history,
The other side holds the power of mystery.
Where big skyscrapers and modernity soars,
Pictures of technology and development roars.

Yet true to their origin, both share the same passion.
Passion about shared cultures and varieties of food.
Like a treehouse made with different kinds of wood.

Old Dhaka is where each cup of Tea and Biryani's rich aroma,
Talks about the ancient wisdom that stays.
New Dhaka is where the pace may change, but the essence remains.

Dhaka is a tapestry of past and present intertwined,
Where history and modernity seamlessly align.
Its lanes, cultures and traditions is eternal, like an ever-pulsing beat,
The city’s story unfolds, both timeless and sweet.

© rizwan