April on Mymensingh Road Millions of workers watching the skies Frowning distance, with big round eyes On Mymensingh Road – no transport at all All in lockdown buses et al. Millions of souls in twenty twenty Not quarantined on Mymensingh Road Millions in isolation watching TV at home Millions walk toward Dhaka from home One small bag with bright tiffin pot Sromik tongue cried Malik please Identity Card torn up on the floor Work await at the factory door April on Mymensingh Road Where are the helicopters of US Aid? Where are the elite masses of gold? Bringing us hand-wash and work to get paid On 4 April 2020, seeing news of hundreds and thousands of garment workers walking all day on the Mymensingh Road and at other entry points towards Dhaka, I wrote this short adaptation based on Allen Ginsberg’s 1971 poem September on Jessore Road, just by altering a few sentences and words here and here. I was met with furious criticisms. The factory maliks and managers had summoned the workers amid country-wide lockdown to be at the factory at 8 am on 5 April or else to face termination or forfeited wage. In this paper, I present garment workers’ narratives of how they experienced work and life amid the Covid-19 pandemic fearing death, starvation, massive lay-off, routine wage-theft, expanded debt and police brutality when they demanded wage increase, back pay and safety. The workers’ pandemic experiences are still afresh and yet to recover from the loss and its consequences. The industry’s yearly turnover has increased to 47 billion USD in 2023, and reiterated claims like Bangladesh as the “safest” and “greenest” garment manufacturing hub with its signature slogan “Made in Bangladesh with Pride” are made to access shifting Euro-American markets that outshines workers experiences in public spheres.