The Autobiography of Traffic Lights
Let's talk to us a few things before we go to Sezada. On behalf of all the traffic light associations of Dhaka city, I am calling panthapath more traffic lights.
I had to burn a lot of wood to stand here. There was so much corruption about me. I made a budget of 100 times what I was worth and finally settled down. He also taught me my rules. They also assured us that they would provide all facilities.
For example: see a doctor if I'm sick, plaster surgery if my skin burns and blackens in the sun, or if I'm injured in a storm and lying in the middle of the road. He also has a good system. How many other benefits?
I was jumping like a ratty in joy. I was very happy with what a book was. Thinking that I will give a beautiful city of Dhaka to so many people. Arranged. Everyone will see me and make the country beautiful through discipline.
No one spoke up. How many years have I been standing today? No one is looking for me. Have I forgotten when I turned on my red, yellow, green lights?
I'm getting older and one by one different parts of my body are being removed. I hear they're putting my benefit money out of the budget every year. But we didn't get it. Now I see a new recruit who continues to work with his right hand and left hand. We are witnesses to the cries of the people.
One lane of police leaves five times and no lane is removed once in 15 minutes. Even if it leaves again, it takes less than a minute. In pain, anger, anger, like Aamir Khan of PK Movie, I want to say "Bhagavan Kahhe Tu" If we were treated here and made to stand from Rukku, everyone would have got equal time. Even now, the police were standing and working with their right, left hands, even when the police were standing, but the right left hand work was not done.
At that time, the police would only punish those who broke the rules. How beautiful would our city of life be then?
Writer:-
Rono Islam
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