Wheels of Dhaka. 🛞 Rickshaw Capital of the World. ❤️

Dhaka hums with pedal grace,

Rickshaws glide through rain's embrace. 🌧️

Lanes run deep in mirrored streams, 

Each spoke a brush, each drop a dream. 💭

Paint dissolves, yet pride remains — A throne on wheels through summer rains. 🍃

Bells chime soft in twilight’s blur, Where puddles bloom and engines stir. ❤️