In the city of Joy, they say, where joy, though few, finds its way.
A metropolitan symphony of sights and sounds, Kolkata's essence in hearts abounds.
It is this city where I was born. For over two decades, my heart was sworn.
More than just a physical domain, it's a tapestry of emotions, a vibrant terrain.
Imaginaries, dreams, and hopes enfold, in Kolkata's arms, stories are told.
The protagonist, a resident like me, weaves dreams with each sight I see.
Destabilising potential, both old and new, in its heart, my dreams continued to brew.
On this urban canvas, not just bricks and stone, a mirror reflecting identities known.
Exploring corners, hours spent, in markets congested, a life well-meant.
Streets noisy and sewage's scent, Kolkata's symphony, diverse and bent.
Colonial relics, churches tall, mosques that echo the faithful's call.
Opulent homes and shanties bare, a tapestry of lives, woven with care.
Sociocultural dance in every street, where human lives and destinies meet.
Loneliness whispers in the bustling crowd, but in this city's heart, emotions are loud.
While crowds swirl like a colourful tide, loneliness seeks a corner to hide.
In this dichotomy, they coexist, a partnership of elements, oft not missed.
In this cityscape of silence and noise, colours muted, yet dreams rejoice.
Noise surrounds, yet silence finds space, amidst the chaos, it leaves its trace.
The city crushes, and then it lifts, like a double-edged sword, where life shifts.
A hero and villain, paradoxical fate, Kolkata, you're both, love and hate.
Provider, supporter, and lover's embrace, yet crushing dreams in your fast-paced race.
A city evolving in a blink of an eye, leaving nostalgia, as the days fly by.
Amid modernity's rapid stride, Kolkata's essence has proven tough to hide.
The vibrant chaos of its crowded squares, with other cities, a fragment, it shares.
A world built of dreams and thought, your essence, in me, is wrought.
Years have passed, yet the memories stay, Kolkata, you're never far away.
The taste of street food, lingering still, in every flavour, your magic fills.
Changes swift, a city transformed, in my heart, your quintessence is warmed.
Five years have parted us, my friend, yet your spirit refuses to bend.
A metropolitan tale, where memories reside, your essence, forever by my side.
As adulting called, I journeyed far, to other cities, under a different star.
In each corner of this world, I tread, a trace of this city, in my heart, is spread.
Amidst foreign streets and cultures anew, whispers of my hometown, like morning dew.
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