Composed on Nov. 9th, 1999


Chandannagore, Chandannagore, summit-beauty!
Culture-world’s cynosure-prosperity.
Smallness-body and vastness-heart you are;
The comity of nations throngs to you near and far.
To you I bow, O ‘City of Liberty’.
You own the soul-fragrance of Infinity.

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