Sikkim Poem by Saroj Padhi

As I watch the trickles of tears flowing
From the corners of these mountains' eyes
On my drive up the steep road to Nathula pass
I'm drawn nearer to streams from your eyes
Whose memory melts me again and again
Into murmurs of wind
That sweeps across miles of mute desire
Along stretches of vast green land
Swaying inside mind;
Your silence killed me then
Now it heals
With a cold moist breeze
Sprinkling vapours on dreaming faces
That float like clouds on hills' lovely tresses;
Now I make this journey up the hard joints
Of your body across time
To your icy head skirting my country
Where love is under high alert
Life is a tough knot
And every breath, difficult
Turning me into a drop in the trickle
Down your body Sikkim
Where I would love to perish
As I vanish into this afternoon rainbow in your eye.