Himalayas Iv Reporting To You In R E A L T I M E Poetry Form Poem by Vera Sidhwa

HIMALAYAS IV REPORTING TO YOU IN R E A L T I M E POETRY FORM

Plane descending slow,
Over the rivers and tributaries' glow
But why
Dry?
Dehra Dun, India's monsoon,
I didn't come by one month soon.


My plane "Jet Airways, " coming down upon,
The most beauteous valleys, forest and mountains,
And the Indian sun's dawn.

In one of the languages I had forgotton about Dehra Dun,
My mind said, "mehra, mehra Dehra Dun, buhooth soondur hey."
So feeling a jolt from Jet Airways landing, I knew the lyrics I had just made up,
Was true to my heart, would be true to anyone's heart.
My, my Dehra Dun is so beautiful.



One tiny shock arose out of my mind,
When the taxi driver turned his wheel around the mountain bend.
Over fields of yellow flowers, surrounded by impenetrable forests,
This scene my mind send,
Out of it's trajectory.



Not wanting to accept.
No, this would not happen in the Dehra Dun Valley,
The valley of light."
Yet two highway bridges about to connect,
Would bring traffic in a land that doesn't know much,
About carbon monoxide and such.





"He'd be a poor man, if he didn't see an eagle fly. Rocky Mountain High Colorado."
And so Mr. John Denver, we don't want to damage the Himalayas and valleys either.





Though progress was here in bigger sized cars,
And my taxi driver driving me near and far,
In that unique near collision, weaving traffic of India,
Where two trucks would be driving straight towards your cab,
But the cab with a motorbike would circumfrent the trucks.
I never resisted or held the handle tight,
This celestially directed traffic marvel didn't cause a fright,
Because I was used to it.




Even arriving from the United States of America,
To India,
After after more than thirty decades.
The winding forest laid mountains and valleys of Mussuri and Simla,
And Robber's Cave's flooded with a stream's water,
Holding hands with the taxi driver, so as not to submerge in the bubbly,
So wide stream,
So I would not break my head and scream.





But corporations on Rajpur Road astounded the seer.
From McDonalds to Intel to Mobile Store to Cannon,
To too many to memorize,
Yet mixed in with academies of myriads and research labs.
Ah yes, Dehra Dun turned into the capital of it's state.
Yet with a view of Mt. Everest.
With Dehra Dun's highly rainforested mountains and valleys,
I so wish it the very best.





NEXT REAL TIME COMING UP. I'M STILL HERE. IT'S 5: 01


PM, 1st November,12. Writing from HINDUSTAN (India)





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