Quiet descends as the roads fuse amid the wild forests…
The imaginary anticipation of tigers makes the heart pound
As eyes scan the idyllic horizon;
Nameri and Jia Bhoreli entwine like lovers,
Their offspring – little fish
Gliding under the water.
The water in its own mysterious course
Is calm at times and,
At times playful and full of mischievous energy.
Young mishing boys wash themselves in the river
Teasing lovers with entwined hands, engrossed in the thrill of rafting,
As their boats glide above the water;
And as dark clouds gather in the forest accompanied by whistling winds
Raw cotton, like light snow flakes, fall from above
Slowing building up a little white paradise in the green.