Evening In Bomdila Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

It is one long winding market street,
Of Bomdila, winding down and down,
Narrow, not asphalted, with some slush,
Beginning with the High School,
And then the Government college,
Where in one building, girls were practising
Dancing, and others sitting around to watch.

Next was boys’ and more lively:
We wandered on, gazing:
Lights went out in the street,
Black shapes were ahead,
Or towards us.
Some candles lit up some shops
Appeared they were ready for power
Being out.

Girls as always in my eye,
Look pretty and shy mostly,
Boys as always mischievous.
This town is abounding with life,
More shops, even a Nokia shop
We bought in a medical shop, well-lit,
Some Vaseline Lip-care, and went back.
To our Circuit House on top of the town.