A city of contrasts, a city of tale
A city of rock, a city of frail
A city of “SCREAMS”, a city of “DREAMS”
A city of complexes, a city of palaces
A city so dark, a city of light
A city of cold, a city of warmth
A city of cry, a city of joy
A city so luxurious, a city so comfortable
A city of rain, a city of pain
A city so modern, a city so humble
A city of greed, a city of need
A city so bold, a city so old
A city of doom, a city of boon
A city so costly, a city so cheap
A city of restlessness, a city so quiet
A city so unearthly, a city so tolerant
A city as high as sky, a city so down-to-earth
A city so fake, a city so real
A city of competition, a city of competence
A city of nervousness, a city of confidence
A city so congested, a city so vacant
A city of rich, a city of poor
A city of unhealthiness, a city of health –which is the true wealth
A city of window-dressing, a city of artistic value
A city of shopping marts, a city full of moths
A city of flyovers, a city of traffic jam
A city converting tastes for pizzas, a city which was a bread earner for few
A city losing its independence, a city which fought for its independence
Whatever we say to compare them one thing is true:“Somewhere in the hearts of true Kolkatans Calcutta is still lively because in times of festivity and disaster the true spirit of Calcutta and Kolkata is same."
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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