Kolkata Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

Calcutta is revised as Kolkata
Nothing else changed in recent years
Traffic jam, Procession, politics,
mentality of local people
Are in same status as earlier
Though the city changed its colour.

People culminate Kolkata and say
The city moves like it's tram,
And the century old man pulled rickshaw
Here one trips to other
Youth lives under the shed of mother
And the city is a political bay.

But … it is the city of joy
It has football envoy
The romantic evening of Victoria
Brigade ground - the open area
Kalighat, Asiatic society, Durga Puja
And on crowded footpath, the hawking boy.