Oh Kolkata! I walk past your history,
standing tall in this modern world,
The flowers are losing their fragrance,
The crazy cacophony of life
Dance to the rhythm of traffic pattern
The layers of societal fabric grovel
behind the gravel of the red-brick alleys
The tooth of vulnerability
Sinks into the flesh of humanity every day.
I hide in my own shadow
filtering my breath through things.
I understand it all, yet again and again
My mind gropes in the darkness
that gives me signals of chaos…
In this city, am I the only one who accepts
this comfort of chaos...?
It’s raining outside, I stand by the window
all ears for an obscure reply-
but hear nothing except the sighing of the wind.
Oh, Kolkata! You gave me moons, many many moons
Star-filled skies, beautiful promenades
Alongside the chiming sacred river- Ganga
Trust me, love, my ‘city of joy’,
In the prayers you’ll forever live
It's because there are alternatives
that life continually throws.
Written for Sumana's Prompt. CITY http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/07/poets-united-midweek-motif-city.html
“But a city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time.”— Patrick Geddes