After adda till late night
On every Khabor in sight
From football to cricket
Centre state relations Kabita and classics
A Kolkatan’s daily delight
came home past midnight
To sleep like a log of wood
Never could hear the thud
Nor the tap or calling bell
Woke up only to find the feet
In cold muddy water sheet
A September surprise treat
Backwaters in a high tide
Making Ma Ganga to ride
The streets of city of joy
Broken drains and waterway
searching the missing ponds
Water bodies and check bunds
Starkly telling not to fiddle
Nature can pose the riddle
Here, I come in full flow
For truth and order to glow.
(Remembering September 28,1978 when Calcutta was flooded by Ma Ganga)
