Tuesday, July 15, 2014


Over the vale and the 7 ranges
Following the mighty son of brahma
On that plateau of khasi
There lives a damsel

Claded on a white apron
And a white dress
This I can say
She is prettier than anyone else

Her not so wide eyes
Speak of thousand words
Inaudible yet clear
The eyes of an angel

Angel like she is
Carrying the hope of reunion
She longs to go back
To the place of the rising sun

Go go damsel
Come again with new hopes

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