Darjeeling Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Darjeeling
One last time I drive past the pinewood
On the fogged road washed with rain
My eyes misted up in melancholic brood
If here I would ever come again.
The winds passing through pine chains
Bid me a whispered farewell
Sulk in silence the clouded mountains
In parting grief somber and pale.
In time afar on a forlorn night
If my dreams soar on wings
Bathed in milky moonlight
They would fly to Darjeeling.
This reminded me 'Titli' a movie...........shot in Darjeeling................Good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/5/2024 8:31:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Darjeeling, the beautiful hill station of pine trees and snow capped mountains is the coveted destination of any tourist or traveller! Once when we bid goodbye to it, it would leave behind nostagic reminiscences! Greatly enjoyed! |