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My Friends in Calcutta
by Dr. Manasi Dutt
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  I have a lot of friends in Calcutta
A city in India
They are mostly doctors
They wear expensive shoes
Made by the company Bata
Leather shoes
Highly polished
You will never see a scuffed toe
Even when they bend low
They are nice
They are kind
They are doctors
They know no binds.
Society bows to them
So do their children
Who are well behaved
Well mannered
And live in happy den
I visit them once a year
That’s all I can bear
I live in Canada
A foreign land
Here I have no classmate
Nobody from my native land
When I came
I thought wrongly
I shall be more well off than my classmates
In cities homely
Now I find out we all are the same
We all reached the same in the life-game
I miss my friends so badly
I don’t tell them because I cry miserably
I call my friends and talk on the phone
It’s not the same as sitting bone to bone
Dear friends I tell you loudly
I am not better off as I thought I would be
Don’t forget me
That’s all I want
You are always in my heart
That’s where you will always be.
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July 24, 2010
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