I couldn't find happiness...
The Howrah bridge stands,adamant
Wearing the city's sweat...
In an inexpensive cup of tea,by the road
The rain drenched tea turns only...
A thick scent in the crowd of a bus
Untold were the people in it...
My city has remained...
What changed were a few pages...
My Calcutta isn't happy.....
The Howrah bridge stands,adamant
Wearing the city's sweat...
In an inexpensive cup of tea,by the road
The rain drenched tea turns only...
A thick scent in the crowd of a bus
Untold were the people in it...
My city has remained...
What changed were a few pages...
My Calcutta isn't happy.....
as nobody really ever seems to head for happiness..as time and changes keep flowing there has been only dreams of them..but what comes along is most often unexpected and unwelcome and most unfortunately deteriorating.
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