Streets Of Kolkata Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

The call of the streets of Kolkata
is what has made me penniless.
From childhood to a middle aged man
The call of the adventures of the world
And the tie up of the old house in
Which I dwell.....
Life is like an adventurer and the now
Tired bones that wants to rest....


Oh the streets and streets and streets
The grief of all of them.
They have not found an end
to the markets to console the heart.
Sunlight in the afternoon
And soft lamp light in the evening
And people walking distance
As far as the eyes could see.


Tired for a decade of age
But nevertheless..
The adventures of the world continues..