Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Oh Kolkata (nothing to do with the restaurant having the same name)

A few more days and I head for home
The City of Joy, its jostling sounds,
Its shower of people, warmth that confounds.
Fast metros, slow trams,
Spacious Maidan, claustrophobic jams.
Rising buildings next to slums.
The beauty of opposites; the answer, the conundrum.
I have traveled places, but none like ye,
I miss you Kolkata (chah, Calcutta) every day!

You are going home again! Ah, the simple pleasures of being in school (of course, they do not compare with the joy of jingling pockets)
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