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.