In the morning, a slight touch of sunlight,
Pours down my shoulders.
The white light disperses into seven colors,
Draping me in the enchantments of daylight.
It's afternoon. The cacophony of rickshaws and tram echo in my ears.
Faded, a part of me is still in the past.
But here, the world is so easy going and fast -
And the people, they exchange kisses and cheers.
Evening descends down.
I look at the watch. 6 pm. I look around, speechless.
My soul becomes lively by looking at the sun going back to paradise.
And I plug in my head phones, playing Queen, I frown-
On my own while I look at the sky.
At night, the street lights and the yellow taxis cover up the streets.
I walk down Shakespeare Sarani on my own flow.
The old houses. They remind me of old times, and here I am now.
Shedding tears, reminiscing those old days of happy times and treats.
I left this place, long back and as they say, "The past keeps haunting you"
The memory of Calcutta strengths my broken soul -
I wish when I die, put shiuli flowers on my grave.
So that, Everytime I feel lonely, I will dream of my childhood,
Through the streets of Calcutta.
- Anurima Mukherjee.
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