Hello Calcutta, you beautiful senorita
Job's wee daughter; have he ever thought
One day you will be the cause of joy
To so many people. Yes, you are the city of joy
The greatest poet discovered poetry in you
You are Divine monk's divine mother
You are the inspiration of the artist
You have been the idea of the architect
Some say you have grown old
But are you not still vibrant
Like your evergreen revolutionaries
Have you really grown old, as they say
Is there anyone, who never in lifetime
Wished to be lost, at least once
In your lanes, in your Esplanade
You are sweet as your sweet shop owners
You stretch your arms to everyone
Like the virgin mother, who never knows
Which offspring is her own, which one adopted
Your bosom is the Eden to your every child
Ever busy are the roads and walkways
The perennial river flows day and night
The sparkling evening light on water
Sways the heart of empty hearted
In the mind's eye, the helmsman sees
There was no past, no present, and no future
Only have been we and our everlasting bond
Yes Calcutta, you are the beautiful senorita
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Hello Calcutta, you beautiful senorita
Job's wee daughter; have he ever thought
One day you will be the cause of joy
To so many people. Yes, you are the city of joy
The greatest poet discovered poetry in you
You are Divine monk's divine mother
You are the inspiration of the artist
You have been the idea of the architect
Some say you have grown old
But are you not still vibrant
Like your evergreen revolutionaries
Have you really grown old, as they say
Is there anyone, who never in lifetime
Wished to be lost, at least once
In your lanes, in your Esplanade
You are sweet as your sweet shop owners
You stretch your arms to everyone
Like the virgin mother, who never knows
Which offspring is her own, which one adopted
Your bosom is the Eden to your every child
Ever busy are the roads and walkways
The perennial river flows day and night
The sparkling evening light on water
Sways the heart of empty hearted
In the mind's eye, the helmsman sees
There was no past, no present, and no future
Only have been we and our everlasting bond
Yes Calcutta, you are the beautiful senorita
Job's wee daughter; have he ever thought
One day you will be the cause of joy
To so many people. Yes, you are the city of joy
The greatest poet discovered poetry in you
You are Divine monk's divine mother
You are the inspiration of the artist
You have been the idea of the architect
Some say you have grown old
But are you not still vibrant
Like your evergreen revolutionaries
Have you really grown old, as they say
Is there anyone, who never in lifetime
Wished to be lost, at least once
In your lanes, in your Esplanade
You are sweet as your sweet shop owners
You stretch your arms to everyone
Like the virgin mother, who never knows
Which offspring is her own, which one adopted
Your bosom is the Eden to your every child
Ever busy are the roads and walkways
The perennial river flows day and night
The sparkling evening light on water
Sways the heart of empty hearted
In the mind's eye, the helmsman sees
There was no past, no present, and no future
Only have been we and our everlasting bond
Yes Calcutta, you are the beautiful senorita
Writer: Pallav Nandi Chaudhuri
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