Meghalaya Poem by Pallab Chaudhury
Meghalaya
This cloud doesn't know how to keep quiet
And surrounds pine trees to make an enigma-net;
I see, Rilbong, as if on the celluloid….
The fog, the sunshine and the rain often comes into this house;
Surprisingly your way also passes nearby.
It is you if I recall your name
The precipitation starts on the valley!
The shower makes again the pine leaves jolly.
The zigzag way with hair pin bends merged into the forest.
And I, covering the head with a blanket
Remain as the hilly girl…
The front ahead is fully grey
And is solely of mine…
Translated on: 08-06-2018.
*Meghalaya is an Indian state the capital
of which is considered as the Scotland of India.
Wonderfully written on Meghalaya state of India, thanks for sharing the poem with us
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Thank you a lot for your complements and observations (Part 1-4) .... Stay safe.
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Part 4: He has become adept in converting the colourless sunlight and odourless CO2 into vivid, colourful, picturesque, fragrant poetry, which is food-for-thought for all of us, and releases oxygen, the air-of-life for us to sustain our lives. I thank him.
Part 3: while I enjoy the marvel of the beauty of the name of the poet, I have to state that the name ‘Pallab' does not suit him anymore. He has fully matured as a very talented poet. (Contd)
Part 2: Loved this gem. And, for the information of my dear fellow poets who are non-Indian: The word ‘Pallab' that is ‘Pallav' means the soft, tender, new-born leaves of a plant.
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5/2/2024 6:21:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We get surprise but this is true that the fog, the sunshine and the rain often comes into this house. This is the state of Meghalaya. This is cloud's abode. Roads are full of zigzag mode and hair-pin bends. Journey here is pleasant and peaceful. Here we finds love and life is nice. This poem is excellently penned tribute poem to Meghalaya....10
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