Sojourn At Thuamul Rampur

On the golden quilt of alasi* Long stretched and Kissing the horizon I nap Cushioned on malleable azure clouds A stainless heaven kissing the earth I dream On the savage land Atop the hill and hillocks From the bushes come The clings of wooden harness bells With ease Multiple birds’ twitter brings. The half-clad damsels With floral ornamented locks And garlanded plenteous Driving the goats and sheep Among them one with A newborn lamb Fixed to the bosom carry Makes me feel of beauty sleep. Music of brooks and falls In my veins flows, it seems To my mind only solace gives. From the coffee orchard Around habitation Comes aroma of intoxication Mixed with tipsy but delicate savour Of lichi orchard in delicate flavour. Of the cobweb’s deception In twisted thoughts Are trapped the development, As insects In lizard’s mouth. The silvery gracious look A shocking wave of mystery gives Atop the hill at a little distant Leading to the dead end The hollow point To the heart gives a feel-poignant Lovers’ longing for a glance At hand Giving a sight of puppet to buses and trams In serpentine zigzag ghat road Singari Through the cliff hillocks Though rugged, eye-catching Captivating yards beside If peeped the other side Of stone wall Mere bushes seem the trees tall Hill simply hillocks And rivers mere brooks.