The call was evident, but unexpected….
Dreams may remain unfulfilled but life always calls
So do cities, Kolkata calling…………………………….
The gullies, park street, coffee house and the
Unending sea of identities, personas and faces
You feel you are lost amidst the crowd
Sometimes it’s good to lose your identity, ego for a while
It keeps you down to earth and fresh in thoughts
The beauty of Rabindra sangeeth mystifying the crowded Sealdah
I am lost in the crowd, the music and in the unanswered questions
Let them remain a mystery, which will burn my passion
The last words at Howrah “ami Kolkata bhalo aache”
I will be back to embrace you, my beloved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem