The Whistling Hamlet

A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, Warbling quietly to whistle scads of tranquil cryptic songs; Lying spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong! Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia, uncustomary to the core! Where innate and mellow are the naive dwellers' rustic tinkling timbres! A rover's riddle, the natives' pride, a unique heritage, their blissful strains! Ringing with an ancient tradition of tune-giving in honour of the root ancestress, Customary to the matrilineal surviving unknown folk of the thorp! The chirping region's dispositions and practices outlandish, vague and obscure, Primitive and bizarre, mere to merge with nature's absolute accord! Voices buzzing in whistles, murmuring and chattering, lilting, Arcane, pervading the virgin thicket of the sacred thorpe! To entangle, passerby and wanderers in dream like metaphors! Those magical murmurs in quirky tunes, mingling the breeze of the secluded hamlet, intoning own tinkles! Blessed are the tuning terrain's offsprings, nameless! Rared by ditties, hailed sacred by the clan's conviction! Outlying, by the uninhabited enchanting wilderness of East Khasi Hills, Sleeping quietly the untrodden, nature's lulling lullaby, the whistling Kongthong! Yell! Immaculate and serene, the saga of their undeciphered airs, mumbling in exquisite ethos! Inimitable and gripping to eye, how the denizens of the tribe, Are crooning to dub and call each other by indigenous intonations! Pitching and whooshing, to tune their melodic identities unique! Whew! The picturesque terrain is tweeting, whooping, and whizzing! Heaven! Bless anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet, The ringing Kongthong, God's own whistling hamlet!