My beautiful city Kolkata
My city drapes its attire,
Wearing the crimson red third eye dot,
An elegant bong altar,
In grace,
My beautiful city Kolkata.
The "kollolini" cacophony,
Or the coffee house adda,
A serenity in mess,
My beautiful city Kolkata.
My lazy morning radio,
Or an euphoric enigma,
Its warmth cheers all feel,
Such embracing is my "tilotama",
My beautiful city Kolkata.
Travels, tourist, foodies and artists,
reside their heart in thee,
I see colors my friend,
More of blue and white,
A reason true identity;
My beautiful city Kolkata.
Still the unrest be;
In minds of all chatter,
I know it owns all;
All who loves her or not,
It still adorns in vermillion beauty,
My beautiful city Kolkata.
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I would like to translate this poem
A serenity in mess, Travels, tourist, foodies and artists, reside their heart in thee, ..chaos. beauty, songs, dirt, disorder even then, i love my city...... very much locally patriotic..... thank u very much and respect your reasons and your love for your city. thank u. tony