Darjeeling days,
All light,
All lightning,
All raining.
Plight,
Twilight,
Fight,
Darjeeling.
My pulse,
My heart,
My life,
My goal.
Round and round,
We both here
See sound.
Colorful,
Powerful,
Hopeful,
But tearful.
This is the time,
Time of moon,
Time of flowers
And noon.
Wear the wings dear,
And fly away,
And stay there
But not near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan, such a pretty poem.....10++++++