The Dazzling Dooars – Delhi Poetry Slam

The Dazzling Dooars

By Sharmishtha Bhowmik 

 

Under the clear sky,
In the dewy bed of grass, I lie.
I gaze thousand twinkling bright stars,
My eyes whisper in my ears,
I am so lucky, Oh my dear.
I still recall the enchanting night in a captivating villa,
In mesmerizing Suntalikhula.

Sitting with a delicious plate of Noodles.
The pleasant breeze gave me warm cuddles.
With my soul dipped in delight,
I watch Kanchenjunga bath in bright sunlight.
I could hear a song by the nearby creek,
About the charming beauty,
Of the calm lake of Mirik.

Walking along the mushy green grass under my feet,
I track through the dense green forest,
With a view, which is rarest.
Lost in a bird's tweet tracking my mind,
The music of ripples,
Of the crystal-clear Murti River,
Had been engrossed in my vein forever.

Deep downmemory lane,
Walking through a narrow lane,
I could see the tower standing up straight.
Waiting for 2 hours,adjusting the focus of my camera,
Anxious me standing in the land of Gorumara,
Eventually the wait is over, here comes the Rhinoceros.
In my favorite destination of the dazzling Dooars.


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