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Calcutta | 1850

In Calcutta, life is a fight

In the streets, day and night

Where hunger and disease roam free

And the poor struggle just to be

The city teems with humanity

A melting pot of diversity

But beneath its bustling facade

Lies a darkness, a loss unmarred

For in this land of countless dreams

Hope is but a fleeting gleam

And the weight of poverty's hand

Crushes the spirit of this land

But still, the people persevere

With strength they'll not long hold dear

For they know that in this strife

Tomorrow may bring a better life

So they rise with each new dawn

And face the struggles that come along

For in Calcutta, where the heat is high

The human spirit refuses to die.

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