Calcutta Beautiful Senorita

Hello Calcutta, you beautiful senorita Job’s wee daughter; have he ever thought One day you will be the cause of joy To so many people. Yes, you are the city of joy The greatest poet discovered poetry in you You are Divine monk’s divine mother You are the inspiration of the artist You have been the idea of the architect Some say you have grown old But are you not still vibrant Like your evergreen revolutionaries Have you really grown old, as they say Is there anyone, who never in lifetime Wished to be lost, at least once In your lanes, in your Esplanade You are sweet as your sweet shop owners You stretch your arms to everyone Like the virgin mother, who never knows Which offspring is her own, which one adopted Your bosom is the Eden to your every child Ever busy are the roads and walkways The perennial river flows day and night The sparkling evening light on water Sways the heart of empty hearted In the mind’s eye, the helmsman sees There was no past, no present, and no future Only have been we and our everlasting bond Yes Calcutta, you are the beautiful senorita