Lying beside the Ganges <br />May it be sun or rain <br />As a true pal since time immemorial. <br /> <br />She is Calcutta. Yes, Calcutta! <br />Whose heart is full of pleasure <br />Dances with joy in all festivals <br />Forgetting caste, creed, colour. <br />Heritage like the statue of Victoria, <br />The mausoleum of Job Charnock <br />Often speak about her chemistry. <br /> <br />Gather here crowds in crores <br />Every day from every point of the world, <br />To peep at her enchanting beauty <br />Over the high Howrah bridge, <br />To sip winter morning tea <br />Served by her in burnt mud cup, <br />To board in midnight tram on her lap <br />To mingle with her life-flow. <br /> <br />Yes, that is chemistry of Calcutta.<br /><br />Suman Kumar Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chemistry-of-calcutta/
