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THE CITY OF JOY

The Story Of Kolkata


The City Of Joy as its called

Yesterday! Today! and everyday is mauled

By 1000’s of people who are close to it

Who have seen it grow bit by bit…..

The Welcome of Haora Bridge

To the scholars of Cambridge

The spiritualism of Kalighat

Is truly a feeling apart

From the laughs of MAidan grounds

To the howls of Nimtola Hounds

From the serene Kumortuli to the police Ghar

Kolkata is really cool….be it Aminia or Anandabazaar

The City has all of vintage glory

From the shines to glimmers whory

I see through it everyday

But somehow its nowadays not as gay!

Infested by gits great and small

Who have induced politics even in football

These imps in the guise of sages

Have brought in colors from buses to colleges…

Red is the color red it is

Bulls fill the city rather than bees

Grass root Politics is the aim for some

“Fight for Accommodation they tell the foetus “from your mum!”

Come on man! have some shame

98.3(Red Fm) cannot be the name of your game

From Lord Budhha to Madam Stacy

Make sure to even postpone ICSE

Powerful jackasses are they sure

And need some certain mental cure

One needs to learn the English ways

And lady should teach beggars ways

Sarees white and torn should be

Even seats of bricks broken into three

Glasses if worn should be stained

That’s the way to hab sympathy gained

The Bandh’s are as if the right to speak

To make weak strong and reach the peak

Fashion and latest craze

Strikes! You see dun be amazed!

For this after all is the City of Joy

Where holidays are the best way to enjoy

Dozing off! Gajofying

IS the best way to have time flying_______

Best of luck I wish these men

And a woman who’s worst of them

What you do to many may seem nice

But in the end of the Day it will deprive you of your own rice!

FUCK OFF! Is the best thing

3o years of plunder gets you enough zing

Let the city have a peaceful breath

Bhula do! What you did hey I’m asking u to be Raeth

Have fun! Enjoy the site

And make sure you set things rite

Or else the bulls that have grown in fours

Will jack you bad so better run for Singur…..

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