My City Of Dreams...

My roots come from a place

Where there are no sorrows

So what are you waiting for?

Be ready and tie your shoe-lace

For we are going to explore that place.

From industry to agriculture

We are a source of immense culture

From the dress to the food

From food to people

Name them, we have every sort

The savory of singara, with a touch of sauce

The rainy afternoons with bhaat and ilish bhapa

Could make the day of any Bengali

The Sunday mornings turn sour

If there is no loochi with aloor dum

Did I hear Kosha Mangsho and Ilish macher jhol?

Come with me, to satisfy your soul

With these mouthwatering course

Come! Come! Let's hold our hands together

And full fill our appetite to lift our souls.

Misti Doi, Rosogolla, Langcha

Rosmollai, Sondesh, Patua

When the day of your birth arrives

A sweet dish named Payesh arrives

Made by the hands of loving Bangali Maa

From freedom fighters like S.C Bose

To Nobel prize winner scholars like R.N Tagore

We are a bunch of talents and fighters

The Oscar-winning film director Satyajit Ray

Was born in this land and made it a day

Panchami, Shoshti, Saptami 

Asthami, Nabomi, Dashomi

Are the five auspicious days

Of very auspicious event

Which is called by the name Durga Pujo

By now I guess you have some hope

Which city I am trying to say with a suppose?

Yes! Yes! Yes!

You guess it right!

It is none other than my dream city, KOLKATA!!