On your bosom I grew tall.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
Your soil seeped through the pores of my soul.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
Your skies burst through my lungs, into my gall.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
My tounge speaks your voice, your eternal call.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
Your lush green hush, invaded my blue pall.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
Your Durgaa, Your Kali, your Sexy Taant saaree,
Those two eyes they have smitten my soul.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice tribute to Kolkata.Thank you for sharing this poem.