(Not a joke between somebody) poetry or rhyme?

What is to know what is
Not so much savings
Pocket is empty
I came to Dhaka
I see the eyes in the blind
Road ghat all baked.
People are just captives
There is no joints between anyone.
Running power sharing is going on
Haradam Ragargi around
The online timepiece is on the way to the king
The bodies of the unhappy people read.
Anirira is pocketing their pockets
Without eating, the farmer is just dead in Bukhar.
Why there is so much lack in the country
Who will reply?

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