A Vacation to remember

SIKKIM

Can’t tell you about the people

Can tell you about the Land

Of a New World

in a (now) Old World

Of uninterrupted verdant green

Of horses within harness distance

and Man lets them Be

Of air that smells of beer

Of a river that gushes and meanders

through a nook there, a cranny here

Of wispy clouds shrouding Kunjenjunga

Of clear dawns and foggy morns

Of a sky spitting rain

on serpentine roads that coil round

Of sounds that defy silence

and reverberate of peace

Of jostling drives

and breathless climbs

Of scriptured flags

On untraversed heights

Of chang in glasses

held down by chains

Of brightly robed child lamas

with cheeky smiles

Of red-stoned riverbanks

and white-colored landslides

Of paddy fields on mountain slopes