Know that time has healed your wounds,
Still you fear the cracks
Even today, when you hear the Baul sings,
At your morning dishabille, is nothing but a silence
Now, whom do you call your love?
The abyssal tramlines, or just the death?
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Kolkata, suitable title for this clearly composed poem, thank you for sharing Kolkata, I have been to India, Mumbai, but not yet Kolkata