I’m a Bengali in sombrero
An Indian from Kolkata
I live at a stone’s throw
From where flows the Ganga.
I speak in Bengalee
For me the sweetest language
Like the Ganga flows freely
Has Sanskrit as lineage.
Rice is my staple food
So are dal and fish
A cup of tea is too good
With two biscuits on a dish.
Around me spreads green countryside
Where grows all the foodgrain
Rivers flow wild and wide
Their banks home joy and pain.
I was born and reared in this riparian land
Where soil is tilled in peasants’ sweat
Sparkles in moon the Bay’s white sand
Weaving dreams for many a poet!
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
I’m a Bengali in sombrero
An Indian from Kolkata
I live at a stone’s throw
From where flows the Ganga.
I speak in Bengalee
For me the sweetest language
Like the Ganga flows freely
Has Sanskrit as lineage.
Rice is my staple food
So are dal and fish
A cup of tea is too good
With two biscuits on a dish.
Around me spreads green countryside
Where grows all the foodgrain
Rivers flow wild and wide
Their banks home joy and pain.
I was born and reared in this riparian land
Where soil is tilled in peasants’ sweat
Sparkles in moon the Bay’s white sand
Weaving dreams for many a poet!
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