Modern
Hakikur Rahman

Bring the spud, take the ax
Cut down all the trees.
What happens with the garden
There will be an apartment there.
Fill the ponds
There will be a living room.
What a gain from the lowland
Lack of living space.
That leaves a place for the road
He lives in a fool's paradise.
There is no time to think
Everyone is running raising their eyes.
Must have to be modern
Look around.