Skyscraper psyche
If you want to be Lord of Tartary

In Kolkata's sparse green estate,

Then rise to the top of 42,

And let your feelings elevate!

Your vision soars,

Your ego roars,

Your poetry pours,

All these will be your psychic state.

But at day's lonely end

When you finally descend,

To homeward wend,

A crow may well bless your pate!

© Sanjib Basu