Once I went to a place called Dirang,
The roads were much narrow and steep,
on one hand the giant rocks and on the other the stream.
The bus was jam-packed and I sat in the corner,
but the first glimpse of it made me feel like an honor.
Green mountains stood both way and the river in between
joined by the bridge Hamilton, a beauty I’ve never seen.
The far away Gompa lights up in the dark
the chants and prayers could be heard along with the songs of lark.
A weather moderate can be walked away miles
enjoyed by the sunshine and faces full of smiles.
Memories treasured and remembered at times
a voyage unforgotten, in my heart they shine.
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