MY OWN LAND OF ‘LUIT’

In a partly shadowy shade, under the banyan

A banyan very old, aged through the ages,

A shade swept clean by the breeze

Old and familiar

In my own land,the land of Luit,

I dream myself sitting.

Even in loneliness, there's a sweetness

Even in aching days, there's an ache

that passes not through my head

In my own land, the land of Luit.

Days there are lively, with the sun's smile,

zephyr's whisper, kisses of the rain

and butterflies

Dawns there are brightly hued

purple and pink,crimson and blue.

Nights though dark, are darkened quietly

With serenity in the ambiance,

Sweet sleep accompanying the fairy of dreams

Dusk there come with glowworms

Clouds painted purple and pink,

crimson and blue, with love !

This is my land,the land of Luit

I still dream myself sitting

Under the age old banyan

guiding me with it s roots,

sheltering me in its shade,

As i sing songs, write poetry

p.s -Luit is the local name of river Brahmaputra in Assam