MY VERSION OF THE GGGOH The old home Kolkata looks the same As I step down from the Rajdhani train And there to meet me is my Charulata Mama and John Das Papa Down the road I look and there runs paan chewing ‘Chutney’ Mary Hair of gold (no oil) and lips like cherries (chewing Paan) Its good to touch the green, green grass of Kolkata home Yes, theyll all come to meet me Arms reaching for gifts; smiling sweetly with meetha Paan it’s good to touch the green, green grass of Kolkata The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry (because RENTS don’t come) And theres that old old tree that I used to ‘Jhulla’ (swing) on Down the road I look and there runs paan chewing ‘Chutney’ Mary Hair of gold (no oil) and lips like cherries (chewing paan) Its good to touch the green, green grass of Kolkata home Then I awake and look around me At four gray bug infested walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming & not doing the ‘Hips don’t lie in bed with the bugs’ For theres a ‘darwan’ guard and theres a sad old Fr. Conko padre Arm and arm well walk at daybreak for ‘bucksheesh’ from poor old me Again Ill touch the green, green grass of Kolkata Yes, theyll all come to meet me Arms reaching for gifts; smiling sweetly with ‘meetha Paan’ it’s good to touch the green, green grass of Kolkata :youtube/watch?v=WN3ME-rgpws
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 01:34:34 +0000
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