i am at Khowai...where are you?

'i am at Khowai...where are you dear?
the river is so soft and genteel here...
and the earth is saffron red
and the shadows the trees bred
on the post rain bosom wet
whisper peace and so much of love...
and a song like joy of living
here the breeze to me brings...

where are you dear?
missing it all...the heavenly splendour...
that lifts me up to the eternal moment
of ecstasy that only nature to a man can lend...

where are you locked up?
To which traffic snarl you stopped?
O dear! here dreams drop from rainbows straight...
here at Khowai...browny red
afternoon siesta of monsoon late
Has some visions of cowsheds sketched...
and the smoke from chullas simply catch
Setting sun's blushes unmatched...

Where are you sweetheart?
Fly to me...lightning fast
for the day is to come to an end...
For Khowai would into the dark soon bend...'

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