Lost to myself as I walk by A question dawned upon me…who am I? Sahana tells me though a Bengalee Probashee you are I know that is a definite part of me Feel connected to all that is Bengalee Near and far With all the hilsas and chingris That we devour Durga Puja, Poush Mela, Kali Puja, Poila Boisakh I couldn’t have probably asked for more With a barren piece of Rocky Land Broken with loud sounds of dynamite To give shape to what we call C.R. Park With no traces of Aravalli ranges at sight My father chose this place To make his permanent home With blessings of Goddess Kali at Shiv Mandir Safely ensconced under the terracotta temple dome The songs, the dramas, the books in the libraries Finding time for these little luxuries Luxury…is It? Or is it the DNA -- The existential compulsion that has defined My life to this day.
