This town was clad in snow, as I came in a car.
Amidst the mountains, amidst the snow
There I lie: barren, among the lads though.
But this journey was peaceful- by so far.
The clouds were beneath me and the sun above me.
I inhaled the clouds, thinking it as smoke
And this cold mist, made me see a black oak.
But the mist was so dense, that I can no longer see.
In this land called tawang, I saw a girl.
She was carrying a baby and humming a song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem