Water and its silvery movements,
A single ray and a thousands thoughts
Melancholy of the situation,
A behemoth metallic structure
Over a gigantic rippling body,
Ganges at its beauty.
Banks are still, and the water flows
Tiny four wheel yellow machines in plenty
Howling and shouting tweety
Trying to find a single passenger,
In their kitty.
Red citadel of howrah junction,
And the labyrinth of it
Boiling with the thousands of two legged creatures,
And I’m just one of them,
Trying to draw a soothing caricature
Long and forlorn,
In the consumed beauty
A crisis here,
And a rescue there,
Making the loud impair.
Amid the crying silhouettes’,
In the core
And I can listen,
A cry more.
In my erupting heart,
Making my sojourn,
A memorable one.
