Kolkata winter and the conch shells sound
To celebrate the fructification of love - found
amidst the real and the virtual and prose and rhyme
So we all jostle in to behold the time
When topor and shaari and relatives' ador
Will bring out gu-marano smiles and the forbidden chador
So let dhuti kachaas fall and ilish bones smirk
As dushtu projapoti gets down to work!
The pictures gentlemen!!
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