There is something wrong in Kolkata's air

There is something wrong in Kolkata's air ;

Bengalis were never rich, neither did we care.

There is something wrong in Kolkata's air 

We did see Maa Durga in our Mother, in our daughter; 

When the molten gold light of sun pour on Devi Durga 

Good wins over Evil, the last day of Dasara; 

While getting drenched in the first rain, 

You missed the class - missed the train,

But which we could never miss 

Bhojohari's delicacy of mustard curry with hilsa fish

There is something wrong in communist Kolkata 

Not a single gallery Ravi (Sasthri), the entire Eden belongs to dada

There is something Kolkata kept as it's best  

One Oscar winner and four Nobel laureate.

Something in Kolkata's air went wrong 

In a moonlight night, the path to nowhere, A baul set his song;

In the same moonlight I play my six-string - a progression ;

This time - there is nothing in Kolkata, can go wrong