Amidst the salty breeze and the cold zephyr,
The returning sails from the harbour
And the flying bags of thousand letters-
There is a city, a home or a dream to nurture.
A city full of you, a city full of me-
With thousand dreams in eyes, with a lot to gather
In every pavement, every corner there sings a man-
The song of love, stroking the long white feather.
The blue lights, the innumerable placards
Remain silent, while the air around fills with love;
The yellow curtains in the purple window
Carries the wind, through the stars to the farthest cove.
The sip of chai with that bit of the earthy flavour-
Every blooming Chatim flower inebriates every us;
Tilottama dresses up with all she has, the colours, the refined scents,
The strands of fairy lights as if like a canopy of stars.
Here every clock runs a bit slow,
But every second extra here taken is to add an extra glow-
No one returns with a broken heart, every time it works out,
‘Cause it works on magic, like the river with a graceful flow.
The city won’t forget, the way you have loved-
The city will keep you all in her heart
Lit with her neon lights, and the towering heights-
All will be kept, all in the melancholy of the city’s art.
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Thank you so much 😊
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a pleasure, Srinandi and all the best with your blog. Happy photographing (rather leave that to you)
“Waking up” c
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😊😊
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MAGIC WORDS AND LOVE THE SITE, CHINA
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Thank you 🙂
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Kolkata is really different,,,
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Yes it surely is 😊😊
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