KOLKATA-My City

What is this illusion of yours…
You have sadness, poverty, beggar’s row...
Can't u see?
Still you are my city.
You fall foot over heal with processions
, Die with pollution and sleep in strike,
Do you feel?
Still u are my city....
You wake up with rejuvenating vigor,
Dress up with festive spirit and lights.
Do you know-
Meany dies with diseases.
Don't you care?
Still you are Kolkata.
You let your hair down with cricket and football
Get intoxicated at discos and connect through net...
Are you changing?
Are you a wish yielding tree…..
Still, you are the melting pot of thousand spirits
You are our KOLKATA...
-you are “Tillottama”