A morning walk at Dalhousie

A morning walk at Dalhousie

 The clerk at the reception desk at the hotel

 Told me that by taking the road if I would walk towards left I might reach the chowk where once Netaji stayed,

 ‘ Netaji!’ I gave out a little exclamation,

 Never imagining that childhood hero of mine Visiting this part of the country so far away from his place of birth, 

So I walked,

 The mid summer morning looked splendid,

 Not sultry , not humid, quiet and temperate wIth the newly woken sun 

Sketching distinctive patterns on the road of shadow and light Seeping through leaves of trees, I walked

 Despite the fact that I was greeted by host of wild flowers swinging their heads in the mild morning breeze

 Reminding me of Daffodils,

 Till I reached SubhasChowk I looked at him, 

That statue of Subhas glistening in the mellowed morning light

 And thought never had I a more gratifying walk in the morn.