Kolkata Poem by Trailakya Roy

Tall-short buildings left and right,
Yellow, Blue and white, side by side.
Old - new cars runs round the clock.
Hawkers do all footpaths block.
Wide- narrow roads run all the sides.
Crowds of people come like the tides.
Full of garbage -all men throw,
Clay and mud, flies only crow.
Full of plastic, full of rags,
Full of banners, full of rags,
Rich or poor -full of fashions,
All are hungry, have no passions.
If Sun shines, it's too hot,
If it rains, then water- logged.
Full of mosquitoes through the year,
Stealing and trampling are main fear.