Dreams coming many, episodes of past come in many dreams
Of the visit to the hill station in the Summer time now;
Standing near the boat house of the lake we see in wonder
Youngsters coming out and going in rollerskating hall!
Enjoying boiled maize corn in hand, we moved to the back
Of lake near the Bryant Park to enjoy Summer festival show
Full of flowers of many colours and fragrances in joy and
Sitting on the platform near lake seeing the tall hill!
Men were walking or cycling on the road or riding on the
Horses round the lake and they all are still coming in my
Dreams retrieving that after forty years in my life here;
What a joy we have enjoyed at that time in our life sure!
Hill station is still my favourite place I cherish most
In heart since my childhood of about three years on in
This world where I had the opportunity to see, touch
And feel the clouds like mists in greatest wonder there!
That was the beginning of my love of Nature that still
Inspires and activates my dreams and mind to compose
Natural poetry of great zeal perhaps like Wordsworth
And Coleridge of romantic literature I knew by studies!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem