Dream City By Dr. Partha P. Banerjee

Calcutta my pain, my love, my pleasure, my frustration,

My depression, my logic, my untold tension'

From British colonial confusion to today's self exploitation

Skies are losing their color

From blue to light-blue to still-grey to light-black

Evening street light's lost its power too

White light to yellow to pale to yellow black'

From College Street till Esplanade

Enough food vendors' sales gossips on demand

French revolution to Nelson Mandela and many more'

Mad day mad man mad even open mind

Mad traffic mad road mad even magic rain

With this grey fever, malaria, dengue, tuberculosis'

My nostalgia'my dream'my city'oh! Calcutta