Kolkata

So I come to the city of Joy,

A guy named Arnub is driving the cab,

The city has been washed up,

Or rather the roads, some stains and soot remain,

The ghosts in my memories wreck the time.

Arnub stops near a post office,

I enter inside to find time has frozen still,

And I can't keep my umbrella down,

The setting questions my existence,

As it does of the letters never written.

Anindo Da never shares his lunch,

He brings a strict diet for one,

But he yearns for a sweet too sweet,

Or the life outside of the office,

The panwala mocks him as he looks outside.

The meetings are a facade,

As is the photo of a happy little girl,

It screams at me from the wall,

And I remember all those times,

When I wanted to, but couldn't scream.