Steaming Vanilla Lattes in Styrofoam cups,
Frosted breath on the cold window
Waiting for the bus…
Getting ready to go!
In walks the Professor
Clicker in hand,
There come the dreaded papers
I can barely stand…
I look out at the snow
Piling up on the sidewalk
And think of distant Kolkata
Reeling in summer’s shock!
Cherry trees blossom
Tulips in full bloom
The sun shines brightly
Driving away the gloom
Up we go,
The plane flies high
Over the sparkling ocean
Through the blue sky
Twinkling lights greet me
The seat belt sign switches off
My bags take hours and finally…
The pollution makes me cough!
Home is where the heart is
Somebody was right
It never felt so good
To step into the Kolkata night…
