'Central - a metro station in the center of the city of joy - Calcutta'
In Central now I am standing like a lamp post
Stoic in some frenzy; yell from a steamer nearby,
cuts the silence into fragments,
inside my existance
Beneath the Shahid Minar
all the pigeons gone; now shrouded glory for a chilly winter
Like a long dead white woman patrols sublime
In front the meadows of Maidan looking foggy dense
All the trees are sleeping; inside nests, the baby birds
warming within some mother's breast
Behind; the Writers' Building
floating in coma,
Red bricks hush,
Ghosts inside tired for a nap,
On right, the Eden Garden quite and sombre
Behind him, the Ganges floating serene
now puts him into sleep,
the match has ended long before
On left, the Esplanade walks like a dead man
The Grand, towering in whiteness
The ghost of British Empire, now bemoaning
In Central now I am standing like a lamp post.
copyright: shamik bose 2009
Shahid - Martyr
Minar - Tower
Maidan - Vast open field, with trees and green grass
Shamik Bose
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