City Focus 8: Kolkata by Deep Sengupta

9 Dec
Since childhood, nomadic smiles and an amber evening,
Pirates, hieroglyphs, sandstones.  A lonely blind bye-lane.
‘Why can’t I play!  Once more!’ let’s play the game.
Sardines we’d played for one faceless name
Faces had no names, they called themselves daylight.
Their echoes are eating pastures, oranges and blues of emerald minds.
Ah! that soft old gush of cheerfulness and hue
when water-colour bathes her world Blue.
Blue dyed my city as flow loved to be her stream.
Then the Stream carefully puts her gush, my land is a sweet dream.
Dreams wake up from dark and another Kolkata is evermore new.

3 Responses to “City Focus 8: Kolkata by Deep Sengupta”

  1. Marie Noëlle Taine December 9, 2011 at 9:06 pm #

    This is nice Deep ! Congratulations. I would like to be able to translate your poem too…

  2. Sarbani Sengupta December 14, 2011 at 3:05 pm #

    its wonderful to look at my beloved city through your eyes.

  3. Deep Sengupta December 17, 2011 at 4:14 pm #

    Thank you, Poem! I don’t know:)

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