In those obscure lanes of Tollygunge
Smoke fumes stagger like bits of nothingness
Dazzling your conscience
with patches of grey agony...
White sky scrappers, darkened by time
Find peace in worn out walls
deserted by trillions of unknown names,
Soft eyes and tender lips
God appeared here, stoned, behind bars
seeking much-needed solace,
waving at passer-byes in static euphemism
while sculpture captured his music
And faith devoured his life
Blizzards shadowed reality, truth reappeared
like a bird's lost wing
As apocalyptic clouds shrouded the city-
Kaleidoscopic schools meant nothing but love
Yellow buses traversed
in empty spaces of human fantasy
While counting ourselves, across stale fish
and trampled flowers
In perpetual melody we walked along...
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