The Poetry that is Calcutta
The Poetry that is Calcutta

					
							The Poetry that is Calcutta
					
							Of earth, from earth and into earth
					
							Rain time Coffee~My Coffee pangs, I cannot contain…
					
							A Convocation of Emotions~ An old man, bent over, sits alone in a chair , in a dark, dark room .
					
							My Abandoned Poem~
Yet again
My poem
Is abandoned
					
							Noddy Dreams~Those blissful years In Noddy land
					
							Cloudburst~
Emotions break out
In cloudburst
					
							Building Our Home in Poetry~Do we
Live in verses then?
Do we
Talk in rhymes?
Emote in syllables?