My Bengali Mistress

As a passenger came I here alighting from a local passenger train One darkening eve At a local halt And as a passenger shall I go away one day empty-handed, My Bengali one who is of Kolkata, My Kolkata, your kolkata, our Kolkata Will stay here And I shall go away Without, Everything hers, Nothing mine, The house and its belongings. My mistress whom I know as my beloved, It is sure, Will not go with me, As she was of here, is of and will of Paschim Banga, India's West Bengal, Kolkata, As she cannot leave her family, Her mother and father, Brother and sister And the place of her birth and schooling, So much attached to it. A girl so critical and sentimental, Ismic and linguistic, Self-centred and selfish, Narrow and parochial, Speaks she no doubt lyrically, But is ironical and critical, To criticize and complain her in-born nature and temperament Which none can change it. So much clever and intelligent, She is as sly as a fox, As non-vegetarian as a hyena, Full of howls and growls, Fish, eggs and meat almost daily As she cannot without, However intelligent and learned she is, To torture, heckle and harass Her nature, To backbite and to do window-viewing.