Like a snake crawl, the roads curves uphill
Green lush trees and bushes there stand still
Yellow creepers creeping in branches high
Lowering their leaves underneath where they lie.
The flowing streams rushes downward battling
Singing songs in unison as they were flowing
Brushes against rocks and pebbles
Glittering in the sun as they waddles.
Nearby the singing birds keeps their note
The flying insect hums around in lot
The falcon from the sky searching for its prey
Small birds hurries to hide, avoids the fray.
Still and silent there the lofty hills stand
Sweet sunshine on its back politely land
Cool breeze blows slowly as I proceed
Nearly touching the clouds, so close indeed.I can see the setting sun parallel to me
Almost gone the evening to be
I look below to the plains that thatched roofs resides
My home among those, in the darkness there hides
© dmenz veen basumatary
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