TEESTA RIVER

Teesta River
Image Credit: Northeast Now

Was I going to my bed ere!

Windows-seat, my weary body

Raining o’er the earth’s crust I mere

Whirl wind blowing at woody.

Teesta’s rumbling sound produced,

I ween there’s aught weeny reduced,

No cracker had ever a chance,

And nobody-nobody had a glance.

Oh! My stark eyes without lens,

I gaze- and gaze but moonless murk glens.

Hark! River flow the sound of roe.

 Spray of water cloth the body I woe.

In battles sound of bomb and machine gun,

Breaking the silence of the city and town

I^st and II^nd World War is well-known,

But water wrathful sound I unknown.

An event I may not educe

I ween there’s aught weeny reduce,

No cracker had ever a chance,

And nobody-nobody had a glance.

I had a terrible nightmare,

‘T dreams shadow on my eye bare

The rumble music in my heart I bore

Oft-times it was heard no more.

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