Dirang Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

We drove through Dirang, the pretty town
On the banks of Kameng river,
Flowing between two green hill slopes,
With water flowing in white patches,
And with a noisy music of its own.

On both sides of the slope
Sit the pretty houses
With sloping roof,
And some gardens and tennis-courts
Seen from road above, pleasing my eyes.

We stopped at the Inspection Bungalow
All rooms christened after place-names,
Our man checks with the Chef
Was told we have to wait for long
For food to be ready: we left.

I registered in my mind
That I should come back in future
With reservation, to stay here
In one of these rooms, they are ok.
But how to reach this place?

Moreover I don’t want to come
To Arunachal Pradesh next time
Alone: so I have to check with her
And select only places approved:
So, Dirang, will you pass the test?