Cheirao hill

Moirangthem Minakshi Devi *

The magnificent Cheirao Hill,in an early winter morning,
High and famed,the hill repass me crossing and recrossing each other.
Boundless curves closing and widening around as I walk.
Some thumping forward,some retreating.
The hill is always teeming with people, in a winter morning.
Frozen shrubs of Marigold,glittering in a shield of mist
Of the Nature's calm and her quiet brooding.
There is no arrogance in the bright hued yellow Phlox,
Small tranquil petals, that fall and settle
Upon the harsh unyielding ground resistless.
The loud bird of summer long now silently line on mountwire.
A little stunned,chastened enough of the cold.
The eloquent body of the hill be rapturously stilled by the voice of white frost.
A quilt of smoky mist and winter zephyr ere a glassy dawn,
That drifts by degree as the sun breakthrough in a golden stain.
The hill above the great claims of mist
Seems to be suspended over heap of cotton.
It's an early morning in the Cheirao Hill, the silence is loud and clear.