Calcutta my pain, my love, my pleasure, my frustration, My depression, my logic, my untold tension' From British colonial confusion to today's self exploitation Skies are losing their color From blue to light-blue to still-grey to light-black Evening street light's lost its power too White light to yellow to pale to yellow black' From College Street till Esplanade Enough food vendors' sales gossips on demand French revolution to Nelson Mandela and many more' Mad day mad man mad even open mind Mad traffic mad road mad even magic rain With this grey fever, malaria, dengue, tuberculosis' My nostalgia'my dream'my city'oh! Calcutta
