THROUGH THE SILENT

JUNGLES OF MAHANANDA

AND A DESOLATE WINDING PATH,

I EMBARK ON  A JOURNEY,

AS I KNEW IN MY DREAMS.

GUIDED BY THE BEAUTIFUL TEESTA,

AS I CLIMB THE HILL,

I CAN SEE THE BUNGLOW OF KALIJHORA,

STANDING ALONE,SOLEMN,

AS IF WAITING   FOR ME.

PASSING THROUGH UNKNOWN JHORA'S

AND NAMELESS VILLAGES,

CLIMBING AND CLIMBING.....

A ROAD LACED WITH FERNS

AND RODODENDRONS.

PINES,JUNIPER AND BIRCH

TREES GIVING A GUARD OF HONOUR ,

WHILE A DEEP GREEN VALLEY

ON MY OTHER  SIDE,WELCOMES  ME.

SUDDEN RAIN  CONJURES A VEIL

OF AN OPEQUE MIST,

AND SOMETIMES, FLOATING CLOUDS

ENTER TO TOUCH YOU

WITH INTIMATE WETNESS.

A LOT OF HIBISCUS AND CARDAMOM

TREES, COLOURS AND PERFUMES YOUR WAY

AND I  KNOW,

MY  DREAM IS NOT FAR AWAY.

BY PASSING THE MONASTRY,

CHILDREN IN MAROON ROBES,

OLD LAMAS WITH RELIGIOUS WHEELS,

BEAUTIFUL GIRLS FLASHING SMILES,

I KNOW,HAVE REACHED,TO MEET YOU,

OH! MY DREAM.

IN A CHILLY BUT CLEAR NIGHT,

I WAIT TO SEE YOU,

IN YOUR TOTAL GRACE.

AND SUDDENLY,

LIKE A MAGIC,YOU ARE THERE,

CAPTIVATING ME,

IN A MOONLIT NIGHT,

WEARING A DAZZLING SILVER CROWN.

I STARE NUMBLY,FROZEN & HIPNOTISED

AT MY DREAM COME TRUE,

KAN-CHEN-JENG-HA.