Oh Calcutta !!!

My days are so monotonous
that i don't recollect yesterday.
I tried to think what happened
when did my blck hair turned this grey.

Old Jimmy wished me the charming way
when I turned my sweet sixteen
today his grandson smiled at me, sweetly
oh, it should be my beauty that is yet to be ruined !!!

Is it been so long papa?
or it been that long,that i don't remember?
when did I last kissed him?
Oh yes! the day I had surrendered.

He brought me Barbara Cartland
he sang me "John Denver"
now he read books like there's no tomorrow,
and I regret of marrying him, oh such a blunder !!!

let bygones be bygones, papa
let me be your princess, Emma
let me be the awesome wife,
my husband said," another will long forever"

My Wellington tram-rides
my polka dotted dress or my Bata
my park street cemetery, my old city,
my ever loving, dedicated "Calcutta"

That hustling in the coffee house
the smell of old books on the road
the vermillion clad godesses under trees
this is  by far a million's best abode.

I might not know the real essence
of being a perfect "bong"
I don't clad "tanter saree" or wear vermillion
but can hum a hundred song.

Remain my home, remain my friend
remain like this till i die.
remain my first love,remain my "Tillotama"
Don't change my sweetheart, before I say good-bye.