Darjeeling (West Bengal) Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Darjeeling (West Bengal)



“Are these mountains or heaps of soil? ”.
We flinched from looking down.
The vehicles are lumbering along
the rain – hit, nerve –chilling road.
A slight lurch will take the bus
to the bottom of the hills.
The battle-loving ancient kings
dare not travel on this route.

Has Tensingh Sherpa gone?
No, No, No! See his lyrical face
that can activate even the dead!
In the midst of silvery peaks
on a mound, he stands!
Oh, the Mammon-loving little Sherpas
make the weak to trek the Tensingh rock!

The rolling trolleys plunge down
into the vale green and deep,
and come up back with pearls of Nature.
But militants wielding arms
on passing through the lanes
will throw their guns off
and be saints, preaching cleanliness.
The landslides and the jolt of vehicles,
enforce a limit to those who visit
or else, we don’t sing the song of Darjeeling.

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Rajendran Muthiah

Rajendran Muthiah

Madurai District, Tamil Nadu, India.
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