Nijgaon .

Along the Treacherous trails , dusty debris, I stepped on and left Rangeet back. The blossomed canopies of mango, The bending grace of Reshi, Against the sharp rough terrains, I step A further more, a step to deep mentation Sparsh settlements, lazy confluences, The light clouds and forbidden sky A breeze rustled busy across my cheeks, Played a song, echoed softly past my memories. As I proceed more Ceasing with care those easy terrains of the hills, The rough trails took me to stranger's Houses, hearths, and hearts. Perhaps I've lived here my entire life. The trees, wild flowers and feathery meadows, To Seembol's fallen flowers of last night, Laampatey's deceiving leaves, And poor cardamom's plight. Everything reflects a detailed strangeness, Until I breathe the rain-bathed dusty fields again. Those everchanging disguises of the nature, Casts an embracing spell on me, There I walk again on the same trails, Here I walk away from all my veils.