Calcutta my pain, my love, my pleasure, my frustration,
My depression, my logic, my untold tension'
From British colonial confusion to today's self exploitation
Skies are losing their color
From blue to light-blue to still-grey to light-black
Evening street light's lost its power too
White light to yellow to pale to yellow black'
From College Street till Esplanade
Enough food vendors' sales gossips on demand
French revolution to Nelson Mandela and many more'
Mad day mad man mad even open mind
Mad traffic mad road mad even magic rain
With this grey fever, malaria, dengue, tuberculosis'
My nostalgia'my dream'my city'oh! Calcutta