DARJEELING AT A GLANCE
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Ever been to Darjeeling..The English Peak...well let me take u to a tour of it through this poem...
Ever been to Darjeeling..The English Peak...well let me take u to a tour of it through this poem...
DARJEELING AT A GLANCE
To Darjeeling (My journey towards the hill station)
The vent full valleys of misty peaks,
Up the track with the swirling winds,
Cruising along the greenish hill,
We reach aloft the English peak.
Sip it up baby!!!(World Famous Tea Gardens)
In the deep garden,
On the ladder of mounts.
The chuski of taste
And fragrance of tea,
Fills the ambience to gladden senses
And blood my veins.
To Darjeeling (My journey towards the hill station)
The vent full valleys of misty peaks,
Up the track with the swirling winds,
Cruising along the greenish hill,
We reach aloft the English peak.
Sip it up baby!!!(World Famous Tea Gardens)
In the deep garden,
On the ladder of mounts.
The chuski of taste
And fragrance of tea,
Fills the ambience to gladden senses
And blood my veins.
A snowy sight(Gigantic KANCHENJUNGA from Tiger Hill)
Clad with ice coat,
Burnished with deep snow,
Peeking through the shabby cloud,
The Kanchen it looked in north, in sun.
With beauty at feet and toughness in heart
I witnessed a peak so bright and smart,
That it filled my nerves with similes and metaphors,
Fusing in me hunger and lust,
Desiring me to kiss the peak and slap the snow.
Oh!!! What an irony!!!!!(Every day thousands of people gather at tiger hill to hail the rising sun but only a few lucky lots get to witness the natures beauty because of heavy clouds)
At the dong of three,
A hive of crowd swarmed at tiger,
To fight the fog and hail the god.
But as the fate of many,
The cloud wins to defeat the race
To clad the rising plate with its velvet.
Thodi si pet puja (The delicious delicacies of Darjeeling)
In the light of candle,
The sizzling fish to the mocky tail
Adds a glitz to this breezy tale,
Of this glamy hill
Clad with ice coat,
Burnished with deep snow,
Peeking through the shabby cloud,
The Kanchen it looked in north, in sun.
With beauty at feet and toughness in heart
I witnessed a peak so bright and smart,
That it filled my nerves with similes and metaphors,
Fusing in me hunger and lust,
Desiring me to kiss the peak and slap the snow.
Oh!!! What an irony!!!!!(Every day thousands of people gather at tiger hill to hail the rising sun but only a few lucky lots get to witness the natures beauty because of heavy clouds)
At the dong of three,
A hive of crowd swarmed at tiger,
To fight the fog and hail the god.
But as the fate of many,
The cloud wins to defeat the race
To clad the rising plate with its velvet.
Thodi si pet puja (The delicious delicacies of Darjeeling)
In the light of candle,
The sizzling fish to the mocky tail
Adds a glitz to this breezy tale,
Of this glamy hill
A boon to education and films (St. Pauls school where many movies have been shot and ranking 4th in All India Residential Schools)
With wings of god and blessing of Christ,
In the lap of peaks amongst the greenish teaks,
St. Pauls is the school that speaks of films and tops in team.
In my words I say if education is thunder
Then this is the cloud that rains.
With wings of god and blessing of Christ,
In the lap of peaks amongst the greenish teaks,
St. Pauls is the school that speaks of films and tops in team.
In my words I say if education is thunder
Then this is the cloud that rains.
Hi to the hosts!!!! ( The Homely People of Darjeeling)
Golden cheeks with crimson glow
Small eyes with curly hair.
Tone of Nepali with a hint of Bengali.
Love in eyes with beauty at heart.
They are the host who make you feel
As home as if you are in the best of peaks.
Golden cheeks with crimson glow
Small eyes with curly hair.
Tone of Nepali with a hint of Bengali.
Love in eyes with beauty at heart.
They are the host who make you feel
As home as if you are in the best of peaks.
Comments
chhipata he jis k burfile pahadok pichhe ravi,
naam lete hi dikhti he chai k bagano ki chhavi,
jagah jo sikhaye deshbhakti..,
matrubhakt ban jaye her vyakti,
yaad aate he vo curvy marg,
jo sikhaye sangeetk raag...
sudipto...
i think yahi se shuru hua tha..."KAVITA JUNG"..
Hindi nd English poems ka yudhh...
keep it up good creative work..