From the banks of the Hooghly, the stories unfold,
A city of palaces, vibrant and bold.
Once the jewel of an empire, its capital grand,
Still the cultural heart of this wide, living land.
Beneath Victoria’s marble, so stately and white,
Howrah Bridge spans the river, a marvel in sight.
Kolkata, you carry the old and the new,
In tram bells and bookshops, in skies opening blue.
Where the past walks beside us, where tomorrow takes hold,
Kolkata, your story is bright as gold.
The trams glide through streets where the day gathers speed,
Heritage and modern life grow side by side with ease.
On College Street, the pages turn, the thinkers still adore,
And poems find a home in every open door.
Then autumn arrives in a rush of delight,
And every neighborhood blooms into light.
Kolkata, you carry the old and the new,
In tram bells and bookshops, in skies opening blue.
Where the past walks beside us, where tomorrow takes hold,
Kolkata, your story is bright as gold.
Durga Puja fills the lanes with splendor untold,
Clay lamps and conch shells, bright colors unfold.
Families gather, the whole city sings,
A welcome for joy that the season brings.
Kolkata, you carry the old and the new,
In tram bells and bookshops, in skies opening blue.
By the Hooghly’s long current, your memories flow,
A heart full of stories wherever we go.
Kolkata, your stories unfold,
A living heart, forever bold.
