Chalsha
Chalsha
It is noon
The dark green tea leaves glitter
In the sun,
And tall trees canopy
Pitched streets.
Tourists, foreign and deshi
Whizz past
In dark glassed vehicles.
And inside beautiful eyes
Nourish hungry looks for
Blue hills, open sky and forest virgin and deep.
From cities big
They come and relax,
Relax and relax
Amid tall trees tall
And the poor forest folks,
Some spend a weekend,
Some a week or more
In famed forest bungalows
Or in hotels and motels,
Mushroomed round
The spot of sheer joy
And mirth and bliss.
Refreshed, relaxed,
Light as a cotton-sack
They go back
Home and write
Wonder-guidebooks
Or travel piece
And earn name and grow big,
And touch the sky.
Year ends,
Flowers shed,
Flowers bloom,
Children die,
Children born.
Again they come
And stay and relax
And touch
The sky
And it continues…