I had become the modernized cosmopolitan New York resident After living in it for 5 years. Tonight I look out of the yellow ambassador As the night sky of Calcutta clears.
I see the Writer's building and Metcalfes hall, Victoria memorial with its dazzling beauty is what I see. The shut down coffee house, the sleeping city of joy slowly wakes the hibernating Bangalee in me.
As the driver generously puts on Rabindrasangeet, I heave a sigh. It was finally time to bid my modernized self A goodbye.
I see lanes of books on College street As their musty smell fills up my nose, As it is December, Park street Is where all the happiness and revelry goes.
I pause at a small shop, The driver offers me bhaarer cha. My driver and me both enjoy it, But as I see a moving stall, I can't help but hog onto 12 phuchkas.
Refreshing myself at home, seeing the evergreen Uttam-Suchitra duo on TV, With My mom serving posto bhaat one hand And on the other slowly waking up the hibernating Bangalee in me.
I have finally reached home And as passive as the beautiful Ganga It is here that my true, happy soul roams.