Lights have darkened, my beloved City
Dusk has descended
Benighting your enduring beauty
Obscuring your boundless feel of solidarity
Energy and struggling ability
There's no one, none at all, my precious City
To whom we may look up to
For fortitude and guidance through
The darkened tunnel to a new Dawn
Of radiant air, sparkling life full of free laughter and gaiety
All have vanished into the clutches of Time, my adorable City,
None has come anew to offer new hopes, fresh ideas
And fearless valor to fill us with grit to face the threats
None at all to lead the fight the desperate certainty
Of the deliberate onslaught on our very liberty and humanity
There's no one, none at all, my beautiful City
You are today forsaken
The everyday dead millions over your shoulders taken
You are today just the Undertaker to the Death inevitability
The Pallbearer of all our defiant struggles, our blooded fraternity
My Love, my City, my Good, Bad and the Ugly City!
My Forever Kolkata!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are today just the Undertaker to the Death inevitability The Pallbearer of all our defiant struggles, our blooded fraternity a painful and sad situation...... it all reveals itself at the end of your poem........ dear poet, i thank you....... for this poem.. tony