He moans, "Oh! Calcutta; Why do you sink? In cauldron of cacophony, degrading hoodwinks. Oh! Calcutta; Why do you hide? Behind the monolithic 'Might is right.' Oh! Calcutta; Where have you gone? Emerge from the hiding Out of the bygone. Oh! Calcutta The place of my birth Your vandals go Scot-free Without a guilty thought. Oh! Calcutta You writhe in pain The potbellies pocket, all in your name." He demands, "Hang politics, treacherous intrigues Return her honor; Her stolen glories."
