My Heart Belongs To You

I miss the city, I miss my city 

Oh! What a memory it is!

Where there was no river, sea or mountain 

But people's hearts had love fountains 

Where the yellow taxis and blue buses remind me of days 

When I used to go out in the evening with my parents 

The petrichor is a feeling itself 

The old "jomidar baris" still have a beauty 

Even though the walls have broken 

The coffee house is still our place for discussions about history and literature

We can't return from New Market without our "kenakata"

In our city Rickshaw is Riksha 

Bharat is bharot 

Bhaiya is Dada 

But didi is still didi

And ma is always ma 

India is always India 

Durga Puja means shopping, eating and going out with our "bondhu-bandhob"

Howrah bridge is still iconic 

Its beauty needs no words 

My city has not two, but many different worlds 

It's not just us bongs there, but people of all backgrounds 

It is the cultural capital of India, it's the capital of my heart

No force can put the people of my city apart

My memories are  blur, but my visions are clear 

And when I think about it more, from my eye drops a tear 

A tear of happiness as I was born there 

Where my family brought me up with love and care 

It's Calcutta or Kolkata, whatever you want to say 

It is not a mere city but feeling altogether 

In the month of January or even May 

My city doesn't have days or weeks to count 

Every moment is counted with our heartbeat 

My city, oh Calcutta, which no other place has the power to defeat 

My city, Kolkata, my pain, my cure, my love, my hatred, my feeling, my thinking 

But most importantly my city

My city is my heart, my heart is my city 

My heart lies in my city, my city lies in my heart

My Howrah Bridge, my Victoria Memorial, my Fort William 

My city, my culture, my art, my love 

My city is a dream, a wish, and a reality I live in. 

I miss the city, I miss my city 

Oh! What a memory it is !