Beneath the ripples of the Karnaphuli tide,
Where the secrets of the river and the silt reside.
A miracle of steel and a hollowed-out stone,
A path through the darkness that we've never known.
No bridge in the heavens, no span in the light,
But a glowing passage in the belly of night.
The headlights flicker like diamonds in a row,
In the silent kingdom of the deep below.
Connecting the city to the distant shore,
Opening the lock on a golden door.
From the busy docks to the Anwara green,
The greatest wonder that the South has seen.
The water above us, the traffic below,
In a steady, rhythmic, and modern flow.
A dream of the nation, a feat of the mind,
Leaving the shadows of the past behind.
It's the heartbeat of progress, a tunnel of pride,
With the strength of the people as its only guide.
A bridge in the depths, where the currents once ran,
The futuristic soul of a brave new plan.