Kolkata-The city of Joy.

A cantilever bridge,

Standing over the river Ganges,

Without any support or ridge;

Known as the Howrah bridge!

Streets and roads,

Full of traffic jams;

Due to crowd of people,

public buses and trams.

Full of books density,

A road strip;

Near the Calcutta University,

Known as College street.

A place of beautiful cenotaphs,

and buildings of Raj era of the British;

It’s one of the notable Landmarks

Known as Park street!

It still carries,

The beauty of roads;

Because of the yellow taxis

on which they boards.

Of which metropolitan city,

I’m talking about?

It’s our beautiful Kolkata,

For which our love and heart shouts.

This is the place,

Where people live to enjoy;

My friend,

It’s Kolkata-The city of Joy!

-Indrajit

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I’m in love with you.

I'm in love with you, Whenever you smiled at me; My tensions get flew! I'm in love with you, Whenever I look into your eyes; In summer I feel myself in the ocean of ice! I'm in love with you; We will be together, If you love me forever! I'm in love with you, In the tough times; You are my support, my spine! I'm in love with you, I'll be yours, I promise; If you are apart, I will miss! I'm in love with you, I never thought of others Except, you. - Indrajit.

Absence !

Your absence is just like a struggle to my mind; My heart was an Amorist, that amored when you denied. My love was aphonic, but burdly and splendid; For you it was like a puzzle, you broke it! . I may not be the one ideal, but the real; My love was not esoteric, but it was areal. You are like an arcane lassy, who was meant by few; Your ariose beauty, always get me blew! . I miss those tables and chairs in the cafeteria, where we sat; I too miss those days, when we do late-night chats. Your voice was canorous, that never feel me alone, Being your absence, it feels my heart was thrown! . I was crazed about you for years, But when you refuse, my eyes were filled with tears. My time period was getting more longer; As passing days without you were very stronger! . After you left, I'm off-tracked; Your egregious mind, letting me get you smacked. Unfortunately, I stopped, when you blush; Finally, let me say, you were my favorite crush! -Indr

In my room.

In my room. My room is my shelter, my home, Where I live and roam. It is the place where, l play ; Remain safe and feel slay. When I come inside, through the room door, I feel comfortable more; Nobody in my room lives here, Except for me and my things there. My belongings are full in my room, Which I have to clean and broom. No one other of my things rather; Only about my things, I have to bother. I have a bed where, I sleep and rest. I keep clean my pillows and blanket, keep it aside on my bed; So, it doesn't feel like a fest! Facing towards the east there is a windowpane, At least, from where my room air gains. Keep it fresh and fragrance filthy, So I feel to breathe healthy. Full of books and study belongings, there is a table, Where I sit on a chair to be able; To do my deeds, As I like to write and read! In my table, I have a stuffed toy; that brings inside me a joy. Loneliness in me disappear, When I se

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