As I look from the edge of the glimmering ocean, I could see a city in the east,
Which is adorned with a complete blend of culture and heritage.
At daybreak, with the rising of the sun,
When the night duty of the moon is over,
I could see the yellow taxis and trams hovering over the Kolkata roads.
Bringing back memories filled with emotions.
Shopkeepers open their shops.
And there’s a large cluster of books,
This is the city where they don’t mind you,
Staying forever in the bookshops,
Without buying them.
And of course, it’s the “Boi para” (lane of books) or, as you can say, College Street.
This is the city where you could enjoy the heritage by tasting the chai (tea) in “matir bhar,” (earthen cup)
And discuss politics, philosophy, football, and so many things
With some strangers who end up with heart relations.
All we could see in the twilight
Is the faded sun-rays falling in the Ganga river
Flowing underneath the Hoogly bridge
The Princep ghat, Indian museum, Victoria memorial, Maidan – all give us a taste of history and heritage in Kolkata.
The famous streets of Kolkata – Park Street, Dharmatala, Shakespeare Sharani, Sukhia Street adorn Kolkata with beauty.
And in my eyes, I could see this great picture
With me down the beautiful lane
Heritage hovering over as musical verse
And unmindful breeze, filling the air with beauty
Along a lane in Kolkata.