BY SHITAL PRADHAN A small hamlet in an eastern side Silent raush on its way, The old silk route, More older it look Upon which I stay, Hey that’s Rongli, Rongli my birthplace Years went by, years dried up, Yet the small village is as it was, Silent, peaceful and introvert Today’s picture of Rongli, Houses as station bogie, Looks a cradle, from Chujachen, Upon which the blue sky, As if I can touch thee, Roaring River, As the legend we hear, Still watch with glee, The terror of 1890 somewhat forgotten, Yet another terrorizing moment, 68 was the year… 1968, When sky too wasn’t pleased. That was Rongli, Rongli of the past. Playing along the Baar-Pepal tree, Hiding in the Shivalaya, Watching videos and aloft Is a decent memory, now? Sweet time in treasure, Yet when I am in Rongli, I am happy, in whither sweet. Rongli my birthplace !
Dear administrator of the blog "Proud to be a Sikkimese":
ReplyDeleteI am a Spanish historian who lives in a small region of the North of Spain called Cantabria and who has recently opened his own blog called "Mi rincón de la Bahía" ("My own corner of the Bay"). Being faraway, it´s incredible how we can be so close due to mass media.
I have been interested in Sikkim for many years since I heard of this old kingdom of the Himalaya due to Alexandra David-Néel and Nicholas Roerich, who talked about the Sikkimese gompas and mystic lamas.
I have found your blog interesting and,although it´s in Spanish, I would be very glad if you could enter my blog and leave a comment. There, we also talk about environment and spitituality. Here is the link: http://mirincondelabahia.wordpress.com/.
Thanks in any case and go on with your blog.
Yours sincerely,
bogomilo (blogger of "Mi
rincón de la Bahía").