Calcutta!

There is only this much
That you can bear,
And only that much,
You can hold,
But this city,
Calcutta,
is a feeling untold.

You wonder and ponder,
Feel trapped and free,
Crave and drool,
All of this simultaneously.

I don’t know how this
City holds it all,
Is it even real,
Do we even deserve it,
Is this a miracle,
They said never existed?

Oh Calcutta,
Ah Calcutta,
Never Kolkata.

Who are the braves?

Who are the braves?
How do they look?
Do they understand maths?
Can they solve problems of
Simple and compound interest?

Are they scared of snakes?
Do the snakes paralyse
The braves too?
Do they shiver,
In fear?
Does anxiety defeat them?

Can the nightmares
Rattle them too?
Have the ever
Woken up sweat drenched?

Does an assassination of dream
Make them claustrophobic too?
Have they ever been in a
Gas chamber?

Are they scared of wars too?
Do they ditch and duck a few battles?
Are the braves God loving
Or God fearing?

Who are braves?
How are braves?
Does a hug make them feel safe?