KOLKATA

Of subtle evenings and street lights
Lazy roads and comforting winds,
Of old trees and familiar smells
Of conversations by the Ganges
 and of beautiful Men.
Of commas and full stops , and red terraces
Of buildings in marble and amused little faces
Of young ambition and twinkling eyes
Of budding love and morning chais.
Of park street and luncheons
Of the haves and also, the have-nots.
Of coffee and of cigarettes
Of University days,
Of a city that has history and has charming ways.
Of buildings in marble that have seen the beauty grow,
Of dinners that hold on to imperialistic thoughts
And tickets to 2 pm shows.
Of songs in gold and of the dhaaks behold;
The vermillion story -that of festive coy
The story of a city- The City Of Joy.

17.10.2014