| Friday, 01 May 2026 | Print
Kolkata resides within itself,
The city breathes with its victories and vices.
Chapters from history summons from afar
My quaint land has kept its door ajar.
Once pulled by horses,
The rustic tram runs piercing the city throng,
The tonga ride near Victoria Memorial is an enigmatic charm.
Shabby sentinels of a bygone era
Whispers secrets untold
Shattered windows
Stories of grandeur unfold.
Unkempt wires hang loosely
As open locks of a wild beauty.
Rain soaked afternoons,
Where indolence creeps in silently.
Muddy water on olden streets
Reflecting shadows of forgotten glories.
Platters of countless flavours,
Served in the stalls settled for eternity,
Though anew dishes evolve and faces shift,
And the tiled paths watch sedately.
Friendly banters, cosy chit chats,
And a bag of clumsy thoughts.
Life, as if, catching a breath to unwind
On its way to toil.
Posted 1:39 pm | Friday, 01 May 2026
globalpoetandpoetry.com | Faruk Ahmed Roni
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