My jeep is running,
Running fast
From the New Mal Junction.
It’s far view
Of the dooars,
The cloudy tips
Of the mountain range
The Himalaya –
Is calling me.
Now at the beginning of
December,
Cool breeze made me happy,
I am on the road
To lataguri.
The deep forest invites me,
I want to be wild.
The sense I belong to-
From the origin
To the core of my life.
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