From The Howrah Bridge Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

From The Howrah Bridge

From the Howrah Bridge
See I Calcutta,
The birds circling over into skies high,
Steamers going below.

It is Calcutta,
Your Calcutta, mine Calcutta,
Calcutta is Calcutta,
Our Kolkata.

Thursday, October 26, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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