The city lights wrap up your face,
While we walk, in these serene nights;
And the absurd thought of leaving you -
Hurts me more than the morning hues.
In the heart of Park Street, you call out my name -
So thrilling, so enthusiastic,
The spirit of love comes alive ;
While I drown in the eternity of your eyes.
The busy streets, the festivites -
Munching on a Flury's cake -
Kissing in front of the Oxford Bookstore-
We, then land up on the other side of the road,
With your gaze fixed at mine.
Nostalgia runs through me -
When I reckon, how we met for the first time ;
With leaves fallen on the pavement -
And Anupam Roy's "Bawshonto Eshe Geche" playing around.
And again, I look up.
I see the stars shine brighter.
Calcutta made me fall in love with you, more ;
From intertwining our fingers
To resting on your shoulders while venturing the Victoria Memorial.
There's a soul in this rhythm of ours -
That's kept us alive ;
And as we talk all night ;
I'm captured.
Park Street doesn't feel the same without you.
- Anurima Mukherjee.
P.S. - Thank you so much for all the love. I'm overwhelmed.
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