In the heart of Kolkata, where the river flows, Stands an icon of marvel, where time surely slows. A majestic structure, a true work of art, The Howrah Bridge, a symbol etched in every heart. Spanning the mighty Ganges with grace and might, A gateway of dreams, a beacon in the night. Forged from iron and steel, a grand sight to behold, It connects two worlds, stories waiting to be told. Oh, Howrah Bridge, you're a silent witness, To tales of love and loss, joy and tenderness. On your ancient beams, memories are engraved, Whispered secrets, promises, never to be waived. As the sun sets, painting the sky in golden hue, Your shimmering lights dance, creating a magical view. A silhouette against the twilight, you proudly stand, Guarding the city, a sentinel of the land. Through monsoon rains and winds that fiercely blow, You remain steadfast, never faltering, a constant show. Vehicles and pedestrians, a ceaseless flow, Crossing your expanse, their dreams in tow. Beneath you