Calcutta, A tiny story

Partha wanted Pritha to come with her to Venice where he studied Art. 
He said he loved her -the rhyme of men.
He said it was very dreamy there,
He said she would love it there,
Where the streets were made of water,
Where one could float all day, make love,
And dream and dream and never get hungry.

Pritha who painted measles on an infant and
Who mocked others for being others,
had winked and said,
‘But don’t you see I am never hungry,
because in my city,
The streets are made of dreams and dreams.’

Calcutta, had smiled at the anonymous citation of one of her lovechild.

Unfortunately for a few, summer had reigned
In the city for a long time
That year.