Morning In Guwahati Poem by Bidyarnab Das

Morning In Guwahati

Brahmaputra wakes up slow,
Misty hills in softest glow,
Umananda floats alone,
Crowned in green, a quiet throne.

Rain on the tea leaves shine,
Bamboo whispers, tall and fine,
Wind comes down from Shillong way,
Bringing clouds to end the day.

Friday, September 18, 2026
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