*Few Lines on Trip to Jhalong*
Our journey was fine,
The kind Sun favoured us.
The cold mist disappeared,
Swiftly moved our bus.
We saw the shallow river,
It's gigantic rocks and foam.
Below the high long cliffs around,
With the sky abovelike a dome.
Sitting upon the rocks and sands,
Touching the swift water, icy- cold
Its so pleasurable to be there,
Like touching a piece of pure gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem