Suman Kumar Das


Chemistry of Calcutta


Lying beside the Ganges
May it be sun or rain
As a true pal since time immemorial.

She is Calcutta. Yes, Calcutta!
Whose heart is full of pleasure
Dances with joy in all festivals
Forgetting caste, creed, colour.
Heritage like the statue of Victoria,
The mausoleum of Job Charnock
Often speak about her chemistry.

Gather here crowds in crores
Every day from every point of the world,
To peep at her enchanting beauty
Over the high Howrah bridge,
To sip winter morning tea
Served by her in burnt mud cup,
To board in midnight tram on her lap
To mingle with her life-flow.

Yes, that is chemistry of Calcutta.

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

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Dedicated to all my loving Kolkatans (inhabitants of Calcutta) .

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