Garden of Caves

Behind you the blossoming of clouds in the sky.
Kongthong sunset blazes the Whistling Village.
An old whistle dies, a new one is born
and mothers’ tunes fill the evening.

Shades of amber turn emerald.
The blues undulate into the fields.
The blurs of hills behind the conifers.
This the Sweet Falls, this the Happy Valley.

After crossing the Living Root Bridge,
in the Garden of Caves you sit,
musing and cleansing your mind.
It is said that greenery soothes our eyes.

The earth was all green for ages
and our eyes have got used to it.
So I come to you for you have the heart
of a plant, unseen, soothing, forgiving.

* Places in North East India