Handoulled Rickshaw of Kolkata

(Verse 1) In the heart of Kolkata, where life's a wild ride, There's this rhythm in the streets, where stories reside. Down the narrow lanes, where old tales unfurl, There's these rickshaw pullers, spinning the world. (Chorus) Hand-pulled rickshaw, rolling through the streets, Carrying tales, to a rhythmic beat. Through the hustle and bustle, it gracefully slides, In the city of joy, where dreams collide. (Verse 2) From morning till night, under the blazing sun, The rickshaw pullers hustle, their day's just begun. With muscles of steel, and hearts full of pride, They weave through the alleys, with every stride. (Chorus) Hand-pulled rickshaw, rolling through the streets, Carrying tales, to a rhythmic beat. Through the hustle and bustle, it gracefully slides, In the city of joy, where dreams collide. (Bridge) In the laughter and noise, of the city's old soul, In the footsteps and honks, their stories unfold. In the heart of the city, where old meets the new, The hand-pulled rickshaw, stays forever true. (Chorus) Hand-pulled rickshaw, rolling through the streets, Carrying tales, to a rhythmic beat. Through the hustle and bustle, it gracefully slides, In the city of joy, where dreams collide. (Outro) So here's to the rickshaw pullers, with their unwavering grace, In the tapestry of Kolkata, they find their place. In the heart of the city, where stories ensue, The hand-pulled rickshaw, forever true.