The Indian Museum

She stands with her doors open

In the heart of the city-pent;

She welcomes visitors humbly

to show the past, already spent.

She's not a mere gothic edifice:

the living legend in the city's breast!

Tirelessly she stands all day

Without grumbling or taking rest.

On her cold slippery marble floors

Old kingdoms rise and fall,

Elegant gateways and ravishing antiques

Embellish her sturdy white wall.

Just like the unborn child

Slumbers inside the mother's womb -----

So does this fair lady

Bears a bygone pharaoh's tomb!

Famed paintings and pious figurines

Have woven a flawless tapestry -----

They aim to show the Indian culture

and reflect the age-old reality.

On her cold grey ground

Corpses of many brutes shine !

Revealing their limited lifespans,

the evolution that occurred with time.

Many Minerals and rocks unknown

Have taken shelter in her secure lap -----

She knows from where they all have come,

and can spot their lands, devoid of map!

She has been the love interest

of many learners, through ages!

Rivetingly she apprises facts

effaced from the history pages!

This sweetheart of Kolkata

Welcomes people irrespective of creed -----

If you love to seek knowledge

Then do visit her in Park Street!