As dawn breaks its hazy light,
Illuminates the city from the night,
We take a walk into memory lane,
To ruminate on this city again.
Kolkata The City of Joy!
There are so many things to say, Oh Boy!
The rossogollas and mishtis galore
Makes your mouth water more and more
The phuchka and aloo fries,
Amid all the nostalgic sighs.
The trams and the metro rail,
Makes your destination, without fail!
To the Victoria Memorial or the High Court
Definitely as famous as the Red Fort.
Kolkata - My City Of Dreams
Life is incomplete without you, it seems.
But there are sides of the city,
That lowers its dignity.
Like the air we breathe, never so pure
The water we drink, polluted I am sure!
It is up to us, the residents of town,
To make things better, without a frown.
The homelessness of the people, so many
Whose life has no sunshine, O so rainy!
The children playing on the streets with glee
Sends out a message, a silent plea.
It is up to us, again I say,
Turning things around, in our own little way.
So join hands all you people out there,
To make this city, beautiful and fair.
Kolkata - My City of Joy
With your future we cannot toy.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Kolkata - My City Of Dreams
Dunno why I stick to this title, but I kinda found a poem which brings back nostalgic memories. This was my first poem in class 7. Since I am leaving the city finally for a long period of time, I think it's apt to post this today. Don't laugh if its too kiddish.
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6 comments:
i get your state of mind...finally!
its a time when even the silliest poetry can make you muse iver the decades you've spent here...
take care
your simple words convey so much...
take care,all the very best for everything.
all of us will miss u....hav fun in bhopal!
thr's nothing 2 laugh about wut u wrote...... infact it really conveys a lot of emotions....... emotions attached with the city where u were born n brought up. n discoverd the joys of life........ no wonder its the city of joy......
nice! i'm sure you'll miss kolkata! write a poem on bhopal now!!
haha...I've got a few of these myself before i left poetry to the poets..but they were fun to write. and how nice it was when they appeared in the school magazine and no one in the family laughed at them.
and that's saying a lot. mine was a horribly pious piece called 'The Grace Of God'.
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