A Noon of My Kolkata

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Calm, hot and busy wind,
easily blowing around. 
Wave less pond with lazy shine,
listening fishes' sound!
Grasses', bushes' daisies' mind,
are to the blue's bound.
Vivid flies of amazing kinds,
here can be found!
Crazy Sun. Empty roads.
No one can be seen.
Whole city's now sleeping
like it has been morphined!
Resting also Rikshaws,
streets are wasting their time.
Trams...alarms...silent,
weeping 'City of The Crime'!
Attractive Banyan trees
standing in the Sun.
Mysterious shadows of'em
are look like they're wan.
Come often here sometimes,
and I bet you won't be bored,
'cause this is my Kolkata
and it's summer noon, it's hoard!



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