The city was full of noise. The office has just been closed. Traffic congestion on the road; Sweaty people, horns blaring like sirens, fumes from expired car pistons; clouds in the sky The rain did not come down, it turned into a light breeze and disappeared into the sky of Dhanmondi lake or Pilkhana.
Under the cover of all this, some of the creative minds of this generation gathered in a glass-enclosed room called ‘Cafelytics’ in Dhanmondi. Bud became a poet and melody. The singer Nahid was singing, the melody was spreading and the poetry of Shamsul Huda Mostafa’s voice was playing like small pieces of clouds like cotton.
The combination of poetry and music masked all the noise of the city last evening.
Singer Nahid was saying, ‘One evening came – the evening you left. The young people took the evening with gusto. Listened to songs, poetry, expressed fascination.
One of the organizers, poet Swaib Mahmud, said, ‘This is Dhaka’s first poetry-concert. We have tried to organize poetry-concerts several times before. That was not possible. It’s done now.
Tahmid recited more poems in the evening ‘the evening you leave’ behind the noise. Singer Limon added to the evening that just passed. Who also came as a guest and sang on request. It was an increase in attendance. Antu Das played the tunes on the guitar all the time in harmony with poetry and songs.