And after a long time, the idiot Kolkata <br />was sanctified by my uncherished visit. <br /> <br />The tuberail greeted me with a leper smile. <br />from the dump of coconuts, three lakh beggars <br /> bowed to welcome me. <br />And after a long time, <br />I walked upon the cold tramlines. <br />Just then, one by one, <br />glowed up the blue advertisement, blue lights, <br />and I remembered the sign of <br /> a brassiere hanging like a sinful desire <br />from the sleeping berth in the train. <br /> <br />O God, I am not feeling cold in this breeze. <br />Has Kolkata lost its wintry chill <br />by the warmth of its scantily-clad women? <br /> <br />I continued to walk with a lighted cigarette <br />ripping the chest of Kolkata. <br /> <br />And sanctified became your city, <br /> the idiot Kolkata<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/detour/
