Under the wrinkle of fading starts
It’s our grandmother’s kingdom
It’s like
Wondering in rainbow slides
Swinging alone
In the echoes of mystic tales
Rumbling with images
Fonting the slides
The talking lips, would kiss
The prayers on the forehead
Bowing to the breaking stone
In this hill of dying history
In this hill of falling mystery
This broken stone of Naga dynasty
In this lost threads of tales
We weave together
And avoid despair
Gathered on this bay of vast river
The eyes stretch to the sky
As the eternal hill
Surrounded with thick sheet of lantanas.
Of the graved tales of hills
The falling river only
Of cobra’s den.
Here we go around the pebbly narrow lanes
Lost and chocked lanes
Here we walk the muddy train
Here we amble at morning O’ four
And the tip resides the reality
The essence of binding spirituality
Between the bones
And the blood
Falls the beat
For land of ours
Between the fall
And the leap
Between the tails
And the sights
Falls the cobra river
As never ending weaver
Of mystic talks
As the neck leans back
The flashing water slides the sky
Pouring the Ganges
From the omnipotent locs
The Shiva resides at the top
The devotees rise to thick
As monsoon need to stick
The prayers registered upon the lips
Bowing heads, hopeful hands
Roll back to ground
To sow, grow and bond
This is the way the nature tells
This is the way the load guides
This is the way mother nourishes
The same way
The temple at hilltop
Resides under the hood of
The river cobra: land of Jhar
O Cobra shape! Esoteric essence! With black beauty
Of rock showcase the nagvanshi’s thoughts
With river shores and sandy sheets
Thou, silent fall, with heart thriving beats
This is green land
This is forest land
Are raised, here they breathe
The tails of cobra river whispered
Echoes the mind
Our tails of lea,
Our history of trees,
For the land, the rivers, the hills
For the breathe, the prints
We need to read, write and imprint.
As trail of tails will be now
Noted, jotted and transported
To every cloud of thoughts,
Wonder alike in the rainbow slide.
Form thine nagfeni(river cobra),
The river from land of Jhar.
Author: Sonali Gupta
Gumla,Jharkhand,India.
Glossary:
Jhar- forest
Nagavanshi- An ancient Indian dynasty which ruled the parts of modern day Jharkhand during much ancient, medieval and modern period.
Nagfeni- A village in Gumla district where a river falls from a big rock shaped as a snake, is named after the nagvanshi dynasty, located in Jharkhand,india.
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