My Buddy
Where street-lights cast their light – playing cadences,
The road upon which I now walk is very old,
For ’tis the road – who saw a part of my childhood.
Over here, I dreamed a million dreams.
Ate food in the shadowy restaurants – which are still over here,
These describe my buddy – dear Calcutta!
That road witnessed a moment –
That is, the meeting of my very first friend.
We both didn’t realize one thing –
Time flies by – so does our age.
Oh! Who made me forget all my pains?
Who taught me to keep in all the tears?
Who stays awake for me when I go somewhere else?
None other than my buddy – dear Calcutta!
I wonder how many more week-ends are left –
to stand face-to-face with my colorful past.
I can firmly now confirm, that
this was my twilight zone, where I might find the location of light.
My buddy has not yet changed, here’s why:
The night sky is still blood-red – over here!
Drunk with the thoughts and ambitions of a million – over here!
In my dreams, I still come and live – over here!
Where I play my violin – emitting peaceful melodies!
Oh, my buddy, Calcutta!
I love you, dear Calcutta!
If someone asks who truly is your friend,
None other than you – dear Calcutta!
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M.Macabre
27.06.2020
Dedicated
to : The city of joy
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