Poem for an Arunachali
Day 31: Dirang, Arunachal : We trudge up and up to the town’s jewel Bright and red, it sits proudly atop a hill The Buddhists call it a monastery Standing there, I feel time’s gone still. : A few pups come running to us ‘Tickle…
Neeraj Narayanan,
3 years ago
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