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My Lazy Kolkata


Kolkata, oh my Kolkata,

It’s time for you to wake up and play the game,

You have shown your love to the visitors,

Where is your love to the work you do everyday!



You wake up… You get up...

And run for your offices right before you get red marked!

You love “ macher jhol”,
You make your files live in the “jhul”.
You love “ mishit doi”,
And you make your children eat “Koi”!

No pub, no club,
Its only and “shudhu bondhu-der adda”,
Puja pandal or “bank er line”…
And here it starts the “poroninda n porochorcha” in no time!


Kolkata, oh my ‘poriborton-er’ Kolkata,
It’s time for you to wake up,
And do the work in time.

~ Shreya Ghosh.


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  1. Blogology10/2/12 1:09 AM

    Try exploring the dark side of our hometown in ur next byte of blogging...
    @rn@b.

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  2. Shreya10/3/12 12:06 PM

    surely would try givng it a thought! :)

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