Sunday, January 6, 2019

Teesta... A longing heart for Darjeeling


The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,
The sad heart turns into fog
And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

The sad messages come to the land of hills and forests
In square boxes;
Please let the heart stay as it is,
As it reads the sad messages enthusiastically...

The clouds carry a map to guide the messenger clouds,
And the twisting roads lead to his house surrounded by gardens.
At the end of the garden lies the main gate
And the rocking chair in the Verandah...

A small strip of sun ray falls on the carpet laid on the bed
The messenger cloud empties his bags there.
The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,
The sad heart turns into fog
And the restless heart turns into Teesta...


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